How magnificent…
Full of life…
Built upon the demise…
Of so many lives…
Never valued…
Only used…
And abused…
Burned…
Disposed of…
Don’t they know…
The pains of loss…
I hurt all…
When I burn…
Posts Tagged ‘Violence’
Carbon I
Posted: October 22, 2016 in PoetryTags: Abuse, Death, Despair, Nature, Pain, Science, Time, Violence
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Chapter VII – Epilogue
Posted: June 14, 2016 in PoetryTags: Dream, Family, Hate, Hope, Justice, Life, Purgatory, Redemption, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time, Violence
Intro: The Final chapter to this. The first part of this chapter was actually written a few years back as part of
Chapter II, but I decided to incorporate it into this final chapter. It’s a sort of resolution to all that has
happened. I’ve also learned that I need to work more on my writing skills and hope to develop them in the future
Previous Chapters:
Chapter I – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
Chapter II – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/28/chapter-iii-confliction/
Chapter IV – https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/17/chapter-iv-violations/
Chapter V – https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/21/chapter-v-transfigurations/
Chapter VI – https://silentscholar.com/2016/06/05/chapter-vi-destiny/
There she is…
And this aura of light…
Hearken back to all she hides…
As I get closer…
Wondering why she cries….
Her eyes are never dry…
Till I realize her life has so many times been hurt by the one who’s supposed to love her…
Abused by her father…Sold out to the crowd for pleasure…
For debts had to be paid…And her brother committed the unforgivable sin …
She’s left with just this…
But where is he…?
Where is he…?
That shadowy place…
Where no one dares…
Destiny of the damned…
“I must ask…”
“Your father too?”
“He tried to change in the end…”
“But forgiveness is a hard thing…”
“Perhaps some day…”
“Where is your mom?”
As her tears begin to flow more freely…
As if I just opened a deep wound…
As I’m not ready for her truth…
And my connection to her and all…
She points to the sky and recalls…
How a family once had very little, but had each other…
Lived day by day…
Until one of those days…
Those trails…
Signs of another…
Her mother had been judged…
By men who had never even known her..
Not that she was in the wrong…
But just worth nothing at all!
Collateral!
I’m just as guilty…
Just as much as those men…
Just as much as her father…
Just as much as her son…
Just as much as them all…
Part of the machine…
That took her away…
Turn away my face held down in dismay…
Imagine this story…
One of a kind in sense that each life is worth living…
But this happens far too often…
We are all victims…
Chapter VI – Destiny
Posted: June 5, 2016 in PoetryTags: Deceit, Dream, Family, Hate, Hope, Justice, Life, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time, Violence
Intro: The penultimate chapter to this experiment of writing a short story. I have much to learn and hopefully will develop more a writer.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter I – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
Chapter II – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/28/chapter-iii-confliction/
Chapter IV – https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/17/chapter-iv-violations/
Chapter V- https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/21/chapter-v-transfigurations/
Imagine the story of child…
A boy…
Who grew up with the worst of pains…
But fought back and broke through the chains…
Only to now become enslaved…
To a form of a righteous faith now full of disdain…
Towards those with different names…
Different faces…
There he goes…
Heads to this crowded place…
Takes one look and shrugs a bit..
But remembers his training…
His faith…And the promised space…
An audience with the King…
Forever changed…
Also remembers those very faint memories…
Of a mother, father, sister…
Remembers those smiles…
Through all those past trials she smiled each night…
To put him at ease and so begins those last pleas…
As similar mothers and boys and girls surround…
He chooses to drown them out with recitations…
Painted face of piety…
No more time to waste…
As passerbys wonder why he shakes…
Until one notices his plans…
And acts…!
He does too…
And so goes it all…
That last bit of sound…
That last bit of doubt…
Gone…
Along with so many more…
Another sad episode…
Closes with the pain of many more…
Chapter IV – Violations
Posted: May 17, 2016 in PoetryTags: Abuse, Deceit, Hope, Lies, Life, Love, Misogyny, Peace, Rape, Religion, Sadness, Time, Violence
Intro: To return to a topic such as this…This is the continuation of this small short story I’ve written. One of
the most difficult pieces of writing. So conflicted myself on why I could express these things.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter I – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
Chapter II – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/28/chapter-iii-confliction/
They take her to this place where she’s forced to undress…
Powerless…The stress and shame of being unclothed by these menacing males pales in comparison to the pain she
would suffer soon…
The fumes of opiates numbs her nodes…
And just as they chose who would go first…
A burst of laughter comes from a corridor…
Don’t start yet!
We must break her!
She has been unfaithful!
Just has she heard that she fell to her knees…
Much like a baby comes into this world…
She feels so helpless…
But denies the “crime” outright…
“I refuse to admit to this crime!”
For a moment in time her faith is renewed…
She reminds them of the Oath…
The one a believer must recite…
A light shines onto her eyes as she recites the oath…
But midway as she spoke, one draws a blade and rests it on her throat…
She refuses to stop speaking this truth…And so begins the abuse…
She is beaten while bare naked…
Each beast beats her severely…
Battered and bruised…Old scabs from the past beatings rip open and she lays bleeding…
Seething from the pain…
Yet she’s still breathing…
An amazing sight indeed…
The faith of this woman is laid out for all these beasts to see…
Would they heed?
Would they see that what they’re doing is sinful?
No…
Chapter III – Confliction
Posted: March 28, 2016 in PoetryTags: Abuse, Deceit, Dream, Education, Fairy Tales, Hope, Life, Love, Peace, Religion, Sadness, Time, Violence
Intro: The Third Chapter. This one is a continuation of the story. A very important one for later on.
1st Chapter: https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
2nd Chapter: https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – Confliction
His mind is redrawn through the words of “God”…
Not realizing that the hands of man are behind his awakening…
The source of light is something so dark that threatens to tear him apart….
A little “note” pulsates through his mind and soul…
Trying to connect the past and present to these enshrined goals…
Bring peace to this world through practicing and preaching this way of peace does little to put at ease the
little boy within him…
So the conflict strengthens….
Am I committing sin?
Is what I’ve been taught to think the way to be a better person?
The little boy who has witnessed so much pain…So much sorrow…So much happiness…
Now must decide where to gravitate…While the surrogate father salivates at the thought of another soldier
being added to the ranks…
Little boy is told to give his last thanks to those he loves…
Takes one long drawn out look at the sky and wonders on the perils of life…
The slow steps to paradise…
Each step reminds him of his duty to his faith…
Yet at the same time doubt has settled in…
Won’t let go…
Surrogate father restates the goals…
“The only way to enter the eternal abode!”
Yet she prays too…
She prays…She prays…
Then came this day…
Did her faith save her?
Husband comes home and strokes her skin…
So softly she feels loved for the first time…
But intertwined with this kindness is the lie his eyes hide from his wife….
He has news from her father…
The choice has been made…
For his debts to be paid she must be made a “slave”…
She can’t believe what’s been said…
Before she could make a sound, she’s bound tight by her husband…
Her brother joins in remaking into what the slavers taste…
She screams…
“I’m your sister!”
“How could you do this to me!?”
Her brother’s cold face shows what phase he has reached…
The brainwashing has been complete…
He himself is a mental slave….
She now turns pale as they turn her over to the menacing males…
Have her prayers failed…?
She prays…She prays…
Chapter II – A Sister’s Faith
Posted: March 22, 2016 in PoetryTags: Deceit, Dream, Fairy Tales, Hope, Justice, Life, Love, Peace, Poverty, Rape, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time, Violence
Intro: I had neglected to actually give context to Chapter I and what the story is about. Truth be told I hope I’ve left enough clues for it to be known. This chapter focuses on the sister in this story. Much of the inspiration came from a Nashville, Tennessee based band named Hammock.
This song in particular inspired this writing:
“The Silence”
Their website:
http://www.hammockmusic.com/
I try to draw inspiration from many places as experiment. This song in particular really is something…
1st Chapter: https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
And so it continues…
Chapter II – A Sister’s Faith
I see…
A beautiful woman…
Hides her face…
She refuses to tell…
So I’m forced to dwell in my thoughts…
Caught in my own sense of lost time…
I fail to realize that her story is being told through those eyes…
Peel back the layers of disguise…
Her eyes tell me so much…
Her Faith…
When she was young, she was betrothed to an animal…
Whose mandible dripped lust…
Spoke corrupt…
Each thought erupts as if the thought of being stuck with this animal was enough…?
No…She had to bear more…
A father who who struck her at his own whim…
“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone…”
The community refused to own their own…
For all had sinned and refused to partake in the righteous deed of helping to set her free…
So she was left alone…
Waiting to be taken away from the only home she’d ever known…
Now she’s with the animal whose rage could no longer be caged within the confines of his brainwashed soul…
The vote that his soul took was to be the tyrant of the household…
Each night the case closed with him violating her in shadows….
One wonders if she could even consent to this act…
With the pretense that she would face his wrath if she didn’t oblige…
Still to have a child is the content of many a women’s dreams…
To comment on the means to achieve this dream should be a travesty…
He pierced her hard…No love exchanged…
Just the excrements…
Much to the detriment of what the relationship should’ve been…
This was just the beginning of the many ordeals she would endure…
Yet it would be faith that kept her feeling secure…
A belief in a better day…
Yet…As the fluids keep flowing, loud sounds unaccompanied by the serotonin…
The seed is released…Deed is done…
In 9 months we should see the newborn…
She is now with child…Yet still her life is still an unending trial…
“Husband” is vile all the while the child grows…
The child can hear the fights that happen day and night…
He shakes…shakes…
She feels the pain…Red from the abuse husband the lays onto her beautiful face…
The baby feels her pain…Continues to shake…
Released… many weeks before he was due, due to the pain inflicted as he grew within her womb…
Born too soon…
He struggles to breathe…Mother can’t believe what she sees..
He came too early into this world to be saved…Soon after he’s laid to rest…
Wife now faced with the blame…
“You can’t carry my child!?”
“You’re weak and worthless!”
He continues to beat his wife in plain sight of the community with such impunity that he seems to be the only judge and jury…
Husband marries again…
Continues and unjust trend of unrepentant hate towards this sister in faith…
Cutoff from all her family and friends, she’s forced to dwell in this hellhole that’s also her home…
But in reality her husband “owns” her…
All she has is this corner she uses to pray for a better day…
For she is not so quiet after all…
On her knees…
Praying to the Lord to please let her be free…
All done in secret…
Journal Entry
Posted: September 18, 2014 in PoetryTags: Anger, Death, Despair, Hate, Hypocrisy, Justice, Life, Monologue, Rage, Sadness, Time, Violence
Intro: A One Act Monologue…Sanity defined…
Today they dared to dissent…
Upset the levers set for peace…
Belief that there is more to life…
Than what they see…
What we dream is being the peacekeepers…
Pacify these beastly beings…
Through our wisdom and speech…
And if need be…
Faith so “sharpened” by divinity…
Our right beneath the sun…
Ones with the sacred trust…
Manifest through divine texts…
Success based on more of us…
And less of them!
Who would’ve thought we’d rise…
From a state of near demise…
To this place of pride…
And these things think they have the right!?
To spite us!?
They try and try!
But they will fail!
For we have faith and fate on our side!
The power of the divine!
The power of might!
To swoop in and sweep these things…
Into the darkness of endless night!
Never again will we stay silent…
Forever now we shall be tyrants…
Silent Scholar 