broken inside broken in two broken promise that didn’t come true broken happiness broken joy broken life all destroyed broken dreams broken hope broken will no way to cope broken spirit broken mind broken in pieces and left behind ©copyright 2023 jai unbounded quatrain
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some spirits are as fragile as a rose
sweet as honey, lovely to gaze upon
but easily damaged
by callous souls who heartlessly ravage
scribbling hateful words with sharpened crayons—
soft petals wilt ‘neath weight of heavy prose
leaving door open to rot and disease
rose abandons hope, does a sad striptease
©️2023 jai
wounded couplet
Image by Jiří Rotrekl from Pixabay
the wolf is at the door
he howls…I moan
he knows I am in here
afraid and all alone
the wolf is at the door
he claws the ancient wood
he knows I am behind it
he knows I will taste good
the wolf is at the door
his nose draws in my smell
tastes the sweetness of my fear
his appetite I will quell
the wolf is at the door
I rise to let him in
this night will witness penance
past time to pay for sins
the wolf is at the door
I gather my courage close
my fingers curl round the icy knob
I let in the lupine ghost
the wolf is in the door
he growls...I scream
thrust my dagger into his heart
carve out his bloody wet dream
the wolf is on the floor
I smile in satisfaction
he thought I would be an easy meal
too weak to take bold action
the wolf dies on the floor
no longer a threat to me
I write my name in his cooling blood
for other wolves to see
©2023 jai
Image by Peace,love,happiness from Pixabay
childhood ghosts
haunt dusty dirt road
footprints gone
laughter gone
the brother and two sisters
grown and gone away
©️2023 jai
shadorma
In her life, she has crossed many rivers. Some she swam with sure, steady strokes; Some she walked over on burning bridges; Some were so shallow, she easily waded. But fording the last one, she almost drowned, Failed to reach the other side. The swift, black waters dragged her down, Filled her lungs with life’s heartaches, Then cast her battered body back to shore; Left her choking, gasping, gagging, Down, but not defeated. Never defeated. Older and wiser, she bided her time, Waited at the river for the dire wolves to come drink, And built a raft from their strong bones, Made a cape from their warm, gray fur, Then floated across the cold choppy surface And stepped off safe and warm on the other side. She fashioned a home from the raft bones, Made a bed from the sleek fur cape, And she abided there in the high desert Content and happy as she grew old Until the time came for her to leave. For there was one more river yet to cross. ©2023 jai
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angry storm clouds hammering rain smothers frothing sea drowns hope of escape ©️2023 jai gogyohka
told to honor and obey little girls can’t find their way lips zipped against food and speech gotta stay skinny, gotta stay meek or true love won’t come their way submerging self, the price they pay striving to be who he wants her to be she loses her and becomes his she put Prince Charming on lofty pedestal feed the ego of immature male make him feel like a mighty king no matter the fact you’ll never be queen for him, queens are the porn-star pack perfect dolls all waxed, maxed, and stacked always ready, willing, and able not real women...just juvenile fables poor little girls become old women before realizing there is no winning for the enlightened, this epiphany brings joy no more worries about pleasing a boy just march to the beat of your own ditzy drummer pick white daisies in your own field of summer dance in the rain while the devil beats his wife and always carry a big suspicious knife ©️2023 jai
Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay
never able to love and obey
always going her own way
damn fiddler to pay
every day
own
wielding machete, she hacked her way
all would-be white knights, she slayed
damn fiddler to pay
everyday
sown
now body worn out and hair of gray
feet planted in self-made clay
damn fiddler to pay
every day
lone
©2023 jai
trinquint
Image by James Deutschkron from Pixabay
there was a silly girl
who didn't see
the mistake she made
by trusting me
she gave her heart
she gave her all
and I tripped her up
just to watch her fall
I felt big by
making her small
used sarcasm and anger
kept her back to the wall
I didn't listen
I didn't see
that she stopped loving
wanted only to be free
now I’m sorry
but it comes too late
for too long I sowed meanness
and now I reap her hate
©️2023 jai
Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay
On the Fringe of Darkness 