Poetry

By Naima Mehaboob He was a ghost who never died A ghost who always set me aside A ghost who never saw me, never even tried A ghost who hid behind his wounded pride He was a ghost who never died A ghost who haunted me by never being there A ghost who never held me, never even dared A ghost who was gone yet everywhere He was a ghost who never died Yet I tried to bring him back back back to me I wasn't chained, yet I tried to break free He was the ghost who never died A ghost wh

By Naima Mehaboob Waiting for paradise Stuck in a world of lies Watching as the clocks tick by Staring as all walk by Don't even know where to turn Each word leaving a burn Too many lessons to learn Walking too many paths All leaving me alone None leading home Days are colder than night Chasing a fading light Fighting with all my might Faces blur, none so kind All words echo in my mind Paradise just a name Maybe the end of a cruel game By Naima Mehaboob

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By Pamela Ibarra It is so easy to portray evil as an entity—the Devil, Satan, Lucifer, Demons. This entity becomes the cause of all human suffering, pain, and violence. It's easier for humans to materialize evil and avoid accountability. But every seed you plant grows if appropriately nourished. The same happens with ideas. All it takes is one bad and evil thought to corrupt humans, society, and humanity. What is evil? We have misjudged it. Evil is within us. We are the vesse

By Pamela Ibarra Stop living in a world of fear! A state of mind Where the unknown is seen as a threat The unknown brings discoveries, opportunities, and experiences... Fueling growth in mind and soul Take a step into the unknown! Beyond your comfort zone The road to enlightenment and wisdom. Don't be entrapped! By the confines of your mind, By the conditions you've been led to accept. Seek your truth, Follow your heart. Dare to dream! Not just survive. The unknown is a journ

By Pamela Ibarra I am a daughter of immigrants. A proud daughter of immigrants. The so -called problem of America. My community used as political pawns. Another identity weaponized against me. They paint harmless narratives to conceal violent ones. But the only thing my community is addicted to is hard work. I have never used drugs. Never been an alcoholic. Never gone to jail. Neither has my family. Yet we’re treated like criminals by default. Why? Because we’re not white. Be

By Pamela Ibarra Follow me through the darkness, Get away from the roaches That play in a puddle of mud.  I am filled with hate and anger.  In the world, nobody seems good to me.  I’m alone with myself.  Follow me through the darkness. So, you can see the light, See what’s real.  Stupid society still doesn’t see reality. Stupid humanity still believes in fantasy.  My nightmares drag you into my darkest coven, and myself.  I wish they were true, So you could see what I feel, S

By Pamela Ibarra Poets are oracles of the divine, warriors of humankind the original prophets, reciting history, law, and ritual. We become enchanters, letting the rhythm of words flow... flow… flow... like wind caressing ancient trees, like the cascading rush of a stream not far. You cannot be a poet without rebellion in your blood, without fire in your soul, without the beautiful delusion of a better world. I will keep bleeding into my pain. I will keep screaming, even if i

By Pamela Ibarra I am not a puzzle piece. Stop forcing me.  I don't want to "fit in". I am unique— not incomplete, not broken, not something society or medicine needs to fix. Not a disease that needs to be cured. And no— A demon didn't take over my soul. Oh, the misconceptions, the judgment, the ignorance. My brain is programmed differently. but beautifully. It is you who need to learn from me. I am who I want to be. It’s not my fault. This world was never built for me. I fee

By Pamela Ibarra PART I Humanity  Humanity has lost its meaning. Humankind is no longer human; Humans are no longer kind.  We have turned into beasts,  Rebels and scavengers, fighting on instinct, without a vision.  We've lost our mission. No morality,  No integrity, without individuality, no creativity or knowledge. We have forsaken our values for a couple of dollars.  How sad it is to realize what we've become—  A life without empathy  For our sister, For our brother.  A ci

By Pamela Ibarra There are traitors among us. Those who ignored the call of our ancestors and chose allegiance to white supremacy over liberation. They silenced their roots for acceptance, bowed beneath the master's boot, and called it pride. Pathetic. Loud in their delusion, proud in their betrayal. The echoes of our history mean nothing to backstabbing cowards. But our ancestors remember. So do we. And so will every soul you betrayed in your blind submission. I don't blame

By Pamela Ibarra In ancient tales, in castles high, Women wept beneath the sky. Guarded by dragons, fierce and wild, Their freedom crushed, their spirits riled. But now we see, with clearer sight, The dragons weren't the foes in flight. Both woman and beast, oppressed by schemes, Caged by men's dishonorable dreams. Their fates entwined in a cruel snare, Devised by those with hearts unfair. Yet in the shadows, truth has grown, A bond of strength, newly known. Together they ris

By Pamela Ibarra The most powerful weapon that humanity possesses is a word that’s been spoken. It can transmit emotions— happiness or sadness, start or end a war, break a heart or mend a soul. A word, born as an idea, follows the action to become a plan, a goal, a lifestyle, a reality.  Speak your truth—and believe it. It’s a balance between harmony and agony.  A word of kindness or a word of madness— The choice is yours. For being human is no crime, and there is no good or

By Emily D'Addieco One day you’ll grow so tall, You’ll see where the sky begins You’ll feel completely you Inside your wonderful skin You’ll do all those things The ones in your dreams Do all those amazing things It might happen all at once In a flash it will seem With hope by your side And courage in your bag Where you’re going all things great will have no price tag Because the love you show And everything you know Are going to get you exactly wherever you want to go By Emi

By Emily D'Addieco Differentiate between then and now, Here and there, why and how Humming and drumming and walking and running Always going Never slowing The cataclysm of the modern mind searching for something we will never find Why? Why will we never find the answer through this frame of thinking? Well because its a way of sinking Sinking into the way that the world wants you to be A slave, a drone, a cog in society, Do your part Don’t speak your heart Safety is found when

By Emily D'Addieco Making wishes on a black hole We choose to break the mold Not to do what we are told To be the one the sole witness To the eternal and ever humming cosmic fitness Speckled stars and dragon breath holding the infinite journey in with your desires Fly high with the high fliers Ability beyond the one thing we have always known This world of compression Squeezing the life out of us One day at a time This paradigm takes away the force of living A cruel world ble

By Emily D'Addieco Follow me and you will have no fear I will teach you why you’re here It will all become so clear No more will you wallow in purposelessness powerlessness be not, when you acknowledge the word the one which has been Pre-made and pre-thought But not to question what man has done? Has faith won? The pen is surely mightier than the sword God is good but man is horror interpretation and resignation All leave the holiness of me to chance Who is to say this is act

By Emily D'Addieco Many moons ago,  I looked up at the majestic satellite forged in stone I looked to her like a mother  as she bathed me in her soft glow  something of meeting her gaze  ignited within me  an array of thoughts  sort of an intellectual maze  -I ran miles down passages in my mind  then looked back up at her…  -her face so thoughtless  archaic and kind.  By Emily D'Addieco