THE BLEEDING PEN PICTURE PROMPT 21
IF YOU TELL ANYONE.
After ripping my world apart_
After the deed is done_
And I have no glory or pride to boast of_
After I am made a street dog
You still promised to glue my chaff
If I tell anyone.
You made me a thing of fun
With my innocent flower
Dancing at the mud of no care.
You took all with no pity
And still promised to take me to hell
If I tell anyone.
You put me in a family way
By forcing your rod and your milk
Right to sanitize my Canaan land.
You took my body, my world and mar
You still promised to burry them alive
If I tell anyone.
THE PAIN YOU CURSED
My heart cry in harmony,
When remembered me the past agony,
My heart bleeds and vibrate the shame,
The hope I lost to the fame,
Fresh I regain the memory.
More harm than good you’ve done,
Past it was for I’m gone,
Why do I deserve your torture?
The wind to me you hindered nurture,
Ah! My heart cry as when I’m born.
Who will see me in your dark?
Even my alarm you always stark,
Sinking and singing in thousand tears,
The river through my eyes courage fear,
Who will see me in your dark.
Last night provoked a memory,
My eyes couldn’t accommodate the pain it bore
As it acquit tears to stroll down my chin,
My heart laments to set my mouth loose
So the pain can bang every eardrum
But blackmail hid my mouth in the shadows.
My pen dances to the nostalgic melody
That unveils a diamond in the dark,
My muse drifts under the carpet
To make all nostrils smell a rat
From the concoction of bitterness.
My world is a rag abused by heartless feet,
My trust is capsized by a selfish hearts.
Please let justice come into lime light
So my tears won’t flow like streams.
NEVER TELL A SOUL
Sashaying my garden, I could maul night’s beauty.
The stars, knight errants of the sky_
Exude effulgence as they formed fulsome pictures.
Light wind saturated the air. A weather for two it is.
Is this an ardent feeling or abrupt perfidy?
Noises from angles crowned night’s cessation.
Owls squeaked as mosquitoes gave out warm kisses.
Music sounds from east, gun bursts from west.
But amidst these, silent moans could pierce my drums.
What could have resurrected such sound?
In the garden do my brain find peace while the sun sleeps.
But why is my bench behind the fence? I invited none.
Why a skirt and trouser on the floor? No trouser has ever visited there.
‘Mom! Who is he?!’, I asked in dolor
Watching her, my voice drowned in rivers of tears.
THE AGONY OF SUFFERING
I could hug the wind to fly
and distance myself from the sufferings that lies before me
The scorching sun tears my flesh
Am tossed around like a sheep without shepherd
I cried for help,none to help
None close by to bail me out
I live by the sweat of my daily struggle.
Life has dealt with me
Close friends distanced me
Relations saw me & my fate
All deserted me
All forsaken me
My tongue taste nothing
but a salty tears & bitter blood
I cling to nothing to give
My soul the comfort that suits it’s desire
Like a mirage in the desert
I long for better days
A figment of imagination
Every particles of my life
shatters like a snail shell
I trust my hope in him
Who is Christ Jesus.
Sadness around me swirl
Each time the memory to me beckons.
The shame to me was an awe.
Not much of myself I see anymore.
It was an eerie and a strange sight
To which my eyes beheld tight.
The defilement of a pious heart.
A daughter of Zion in holy misery.
The image to me in vivid pour,
It was my father who the sacrilege committed,
And his genes in me I carry.
Myself, now I know no more,
Whether in jocund or in pensive mood.
HE’S NO MORE
He left unannounced.
His key promises never fulfilled.
Potentials slipped by untapped
Dreams we had was never made real.
One and only companion was taking.
One whom my heart adored was slipped away.
And everything in me went astray,
When papa was whisked to the other world.
What and who else do I have in store?
When the true and only confidant is no more.
Death dealt a big blow,
And I cried ceaselessly with endless flow.
He’s all I owned,
And he left me all alone.
In the aura of fear did I find myself,
Feeling insecured every bit of the day,
With my heart skipping at the gloom,
As I hear the rhythmic pounding of my pulsating heart.
I look around as I get more engulfed in the nefarious aura around,
No one to call to,
No one to come through,
I feel more eerie.
I look straight to the door with so much hope,
That some angel would barge in,
That a whirl wind should come and sweep me out,
I look up As hope seems lost,
As my heart pound faster,
Would my savior come for me?
Would I be saved from this?
These I ask myself as the day turn in.
A PRICK OF CONSCIENCE
I curse the day I was bored,
A greater curse be this day
That my essence is silenced
And vices encamp this weak clay;
And my soul dances in hell
For my mouth is sealed, to tell.
How would an evil concealed,
Gladdens a pious heart
Or can evil overcome good?
Only in my speechless part.
But NO and NO again
I rather die than harbor still this pain.
You shut my mouth with pain
You tortured my spirit with grief.
You set my hopes ablaze,
And stung me so hard with sorrow.
Each night you fiddled your hand in me,
You made fun of my thing with crave,
You sealed my mouth not to tell.
You inflicted an everlasting scare.
Oh! Will I ever survive this?
Could my face ever rise?
Shall I overcome this painful torments?
Am so drowned in silent pain,
oh! How cruel.
IF YOU TELL ANYONE
He catches her by the hand,
With a deafening bellowing,
He snaps at her to silence.
With a force that acknowledges gravity,
He pushed her to the hardened floor.
And like a remote controlled automaton,
He exposes his fully clad figure,
And lay atop her.
Forcefully, he pushes his way,
Through that tight and milky membrane,
With no regard for the searing pain,
Inflicted on his victim.
He continued the assault.
And oh! The essence of life!
How much it freely flowed.
She hears and sees the screaming red,
The red essence of life.
How she wished it were blue,
Then, this assault wouldn’t come to be.
The manwhore rises unsteadily,
Clothed his scantily covered body.
And leaves with just a phrase,
“If you tell anyone”.
Eyes was fed by striptease stripper
Her honeypot my mind couldn’t resist
Her oranges danced like a boxer’s balloon
Her curves, her butt I long to hold
The rod of salvation began to raise it ugly head
To the direction of her limb he wishes to dine
It rage a war with my pant
Exasperating my body as heart began to pant
She killed my sight with her slowness moves
And snatch away my thought from my innocent soul
I wish I could touch her thigh and dig her deep
But eyes were lots, so I couldn’t unzip
At home, this urge refused to repent
In the valley of lust and destruction
That image couldn’t flee from his mind
For my rod was planted with milk and wants to pour
If I see no red sea to part
I will paint the floor myself with my cum
After the lustful deed
He whisper to my ears, don’t tell anyone.
TURMOIL OF TRUST
All I see are sight of a blur future
Raindrops from my eyes fills the earth
His talk of love and protection,
Were like that of the salt and the sea.
He lured my imagination to Eden ,
And took over my innocence.
I had a rock believe in him than God
I could dive into fire for him
He tutored my emotions with care.
My parents neglection ,
Got me his attention.
Yet I was broken beyond repair.
A candidate of the asylum I’m,
A waitress to death I hope to be,
I’m no longer the carefree child
But a walking aid of an old man
If heaven be true
Let trust be rape
TELL NOT A SOUL
Another sin has dialed emergency number,
My eyes stink of smoke and my odour is like a baked breath_
My soul has been clammed and cuffed by his hands.
He places his hands on my virgin lips and whispers ‘tell not a soul’
I shivered in fear…no I cowered in my built tower –
I can’t tell a soul what I’m suffering,
I stare at him as he pulls his trouser and fix his gaze on my body.
He gives me a devil smile and I give him an angel heart;
If I tell any what my eyes has seen, will ears believe?
The sands mourns as the rain annihilate its virginity_
I bite my lower lip, wish i have a fairy mother,
I keep wishing this nightmare is nothing than a dream.
My brother kneels before me with blood dripping –
He brings the knife close to me, sobs as he stares at the cadaver
He said ‘tell no soul my sin, if you do. You’ll end up like this person I murdered’
As I shiver in the conner
I hear his footsteps echo as he steps closer
I try to stay silent so he can’t hear me
But he has his ways of finding me
No! Please! Stop! I plead
But he takes no heed
Forcing his way through my thighs
And destroying my innocence once again
As he digs deeper with his rod
Which parts me like a sword
I try to scream but my voice fails me
I just lie there staring at the ceiling and cursing him
I am ruined
My pride stolen by the one meant to protect me
Who will have me
A second hand commodity
What will i give my husband when I lost my virginity
I can tell no one for who will believe it
That my own father ruined me
E. D. OGHRE
THE TEARS OF SILENCE
Groaning in her fearful soul,
Dying inside alone,
The tears of silence,
The fall of a broken wall,
Never be at peace hence_
Save your life from war.
The self freedom her spirit cries,
The theft of time alone,
Her sense of spirit fights,
The dreadful song atone,
Not for gold nor for good,
No way to be free.
Alone her tears flow,
All along her part stray,
The way of fear is all it show,
Shall all be well her soul say?
Maybe or maybe not who knows?
Her life walled by foes.
E. D. OGHRE
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