Painted Silhouettes

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By: Rhonda Nemri
Photograph Taken By: Rhonda Nemri

Colors changing into the mood.
Loud as the fire bursts with creation of realism.

Layered in black cloth as it resembles the feelings of mourn.

Stripping the darkness from its root, and bringing back life.

Shameful appearances of the painted silhouettes.

Once again it shall appear to be solid, but soft as the inner core of the bodies falls to the ground in grief.

Surrounded by the cold and warm structures that create no absolute.

But to signify once again the wretchedness of this long gone chapter.

A Desired Freedom For The Oppressed

By Rhonda Nemri

Passing that moment in my life that tries so hard to bring the hurt to me for my wants.

Standing still looking around fighting to see the freedom I have been longing for.

You stand there over me with your hurtful words, and your abusive sentiments that you call love. This is your victory.

I am trembling in hurt, and all there is, is myself that keeps me going in this life.

The freedom that I shall see is none other than the ability to speak, the ability to be heard, and the ability to decide my destiny without any faults.

Oh how you choose my weakness for your happiness. You have toyed with me like a child, yet I am not. You have toyed with me as if I am helpless, and not full of life, yet there is life to be seen. Oh how the oppression of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive.

I struggle to be prosperous in this wretched life, but all that prosperity is, is for me to be submissive in your eyes. I shall hope to live the life I long for, but due to your loss of compassion, and your loss of love for life, you have kept me shielded. You have tormented me in your moments of despair, because despair is all you feel.

Oh how the oppression of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive. I shall see the oppression as a piece of my life to dismiss. For I shall not let the actions of your abuse destroy me.

Oh how I tremble in hurt, and all you see is anguish.

Oh how I tremble in hurt and all you do is despise me.

Oh how I tremble in sufferings and all you do is stand above me and slash at the wounds I never longed for.

Oh how the oppressions of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive. I shall see the oppression as a piece of my life to dismiss.  I shall not let the actions of your abuse destroy me.

I plea for a better tomorrow, but all I have to live for is today. For I shall always remember the unsubtly words you threw at me while I curled up in my thoughts of loss.

Destiny

Soundless streets, loudly screams.
Above all, gives different scenes.

Insightful things, dreadful dreams.
Above all, gives different scenes.

Hopeless feelings, raging words.
Above all, gives different scenes.

Scenes of all that produce our image.
That keeps us sane, that keeps us aware.

Frightful appearances make frightful images.
The images that we cannot get over.

Images that are uncontrollable,
undesirable, unacceptable, and inadmissible.

Indifferent or fervent to the world?
The world that has become ours.

Or the world that we will destroy
with our own words and actions?

Who knows what we behold.
But we hold the destiny that is in our hands
to fulfill our needs to be accomplished.

Never Again

It struck through the veins, and let the bones stand straight.
The feeling of loneliness has become something never forgotten but something that will never remain.

The tears of a strong person has splashed down into pure memory of the one who has become weak.

The sun shined through the clouds and shifted through for the eye to see.
It has given a true meaning of tomorrow, and that it is a new day.

Wounded by the non supporters that let the heart down and never again seen. For the heart becomes strong again by wisdom from the spoken.

Never again shall the wind pass through and knock the flesh over, but to stand straight with power never seen before.

Realizations of the Imagination

Pick me up, pick me up.
Pick me up off the ground that I have fallen to.
Pick me up from the hurt the ground has caused.
Pick me up from this strong pressure that pushed me.

Oh but the heart beats.
Beat Beat Beat..for I hear the beats,
slowly the beats fade away and becomes
an unfamiliar beat.
A different beat.
This sound isn’t the beat that kept the
mind, body and soul smooth

Became the wind that pushed me.
Pushed me down, down to the ground
where no one will pick me up.

In the imagination can be a beautiful world
but reality has been painted into the picture never longed for
becoming the one in memory who will be thought
as the sword who directed at the beat.

The sword that shredded the pieces of
the flower that bloomed.

The realizations of the actions of one
shall never be punished, but learned in a
way of forgiving the reasons behind this reality
that has cause the down, that has caused the unfamiliar beat,
that has caused the sword to be sharp, that causes the petals of the flower
to have fallen to the ground.

Not An Option, But A Must

Struck with strong words
that have magnified the future.

Searching for the reason to feel pleasant
and comfortable, reaching for answers that may
have been in front of me, but not so clear.

Can’t stop the salty water from dripping
down the apples. It’s the push to the world.

I can do this, don’t stop this feeling,
don’t stop this feeling of hope.

Afraid of losing the most precious.
Afraid of losing the site that lets the heart and soul
breath with purity.

Winning is not an option, it is a must.
Must it be hard? Or must it be smooth like the sailing boat
on the ocean filled with the breezy wind blowing through my hair?

Oh how that fresh air is appealing to the skin.

Thoughts that wont get the answers clearly,
but willing to explore and search for the path that is set for me.

Poetry Category Coming to Feministtalk

Hi Everyone!

I have been writing for a while now, and I used to share my poetry all the time. I figured why not showcase some of my work here on my WordPress blog. Some of my poetry is a bit dated, but since I have been back into the creative writing motion, I want to continue inspiring through my words.
I will create a new category for Poetry. That way whenever you want to view my poetry specifically you can click on the category. Thank you for stopping by.

Rhonda ❤