gliding through suburbia,
the radio never whispers,
but tonight it seems out
of breath. these glass w-
indows seem more like m-
irrors as we self reflect w-
ith a little more depth. m-
ore depth then when the
sun is up. it’s more her t-
han me, i am yet to feel
love. yet to receive it, m-
y basket is empty. she w-
orries about longevity,
i wonder what it feels lik-
e to have any.

-t.m

I never said goodbye to mother
As she lay all shrunken in bed
Her hair in a grey ponytail
Her face frightened and white.

Nobody told me she was dying
As my father sat by her side
The nurses suggested sagaciously
I needed to come in a short time.

But I never got to her bedside
Before the ringing of the phone
Announcing that she had faded
And would not be back again.


Love you dear mother
So sorry not to be with you , miss you .Mary xxxx

when your screams were loud enough to shake my happiness off the walls,
when your fist raised more than the hairs on my neck,
when your eyes became empty as the walls that you shook, when your hands were so rough I wondered if they had ever held me at all,
when my room was involuted, when my soul shrunk back in on itself, I moved on

If we take the same bite at the same time with the same *** is it plagiarism?

Today I tried to die
Wrinkled my nose up at life

Jesus is
a tool of the system,
a pathetic work
of plagiarized fiction
with a ****** birth
and resurrection.

He is a perpetuator,
part player
in a trinity
that serves
the patriarchy
you claim to despise.

You say that
you are woke
to the lies
and oppression
but your obsession
with this
religious opioid addiction
leaves you open
to all kinds of
manipulation.

This Jesus justification
has got to stop,
take those bible glasses off
and see the truth
don’t be a recruit
and brainwash our youth
to serve the state
that exploits you
by claiming they serve
god’s point of view.

Join me
and be free
to see
the world differently.
Share your perceptions
freely
so, we can grow steadily
not seeking solace
in the stultifying scriptures
but painting our own pictures
that point us all
to better possibilities.

Clenched fists armouring this will
Thoughts inverse with no given time
Etched to seek this onus regime-
Of clouded fears of clouded minds
Manifested dreams into demise
Yet pretense lure out what is candor
Pain was imminent to forsee
But truth remains the same
Pure of innocence hemmed
Heart of steel mettled with will
Burning the hays of shame
Impelled,
no longer needing the anchor
In darkness reign wars will end
The spark will flame again


@Erennwrites

My name is Erin
and i was *****
at the age of 7

it has taken me
14 years of my life
for those 13 words to escape
my hollow mouth

the only questions i come to now
is why
why lock me in that room
why take everything from me
my innocence
my purity
my childhood

in that room
where my family trusted you
where i trusted you
the night terrors i have to this day
still haunt my mind

like a never ending
drive in movie that plays
over
and
over
only the moon in the night sky
isnt made to be found here
there is no light in these terrors

i cant sleep this time of year
because every time i do
its you
in that room
locking the door
shutting the windows
******* me
yelling at me
every single night
i close my eyes

it has taken me 14 years
to accept the fact that i was taken by you
i have been numb ever since
left in the dust
rotting away at the core
thinking i was nothing
thinking i deserved nothing
because you took everything

but not anymore
i will recover from this
i am strong enough
i believe in myself
i believe in my own happiness
and i promsie
that when i have children one day
i will never ever let them rot at the core
i will find happiness
the darkness will not take over this time