The Deepest Scars I Have

their actions or words lash out wounding me

wounds become scars too deep to see
I still feel them sting
still, I don’t show a thing
keep a smile on my face
I hide the disgrace
my disgust, human race
keep moving, keep going
knowing what I’m knowing
these people who are showing
fake love and pretending
acting like they know me
they're fake, I'm poetry
they just keep on showing
the same end to the same story
so many ugly plots
keep writing your rotten thoughts
without morals without values
they write tragic details
which I have to tend to
what if I don’t want to?
why don’t they clean up

the shit off their nose after kissing butt?
deal with their own issues

I'll donate a box of tissue
learn from their mistakes

be real, life shouldn't be fake
develop some character
stop being a developer
of drama, an enabler

the anti-mood stabilizer
taking for granted the fact
that I’m holding back
not releasing my rage
ripping up every page
causing them to confront
that they’re never upfront
they’re not ethical at all
they don’t have any balls

because they're all cunts
who don’t see what’s in front
of their beady little eyes
trying to hide their disguise
that sticks out as neon signs
like casinos on the strip
won't take any more shit
took me a year to get pissed
hope they’re happy with this
but they’re all still oblivious
their head’s buried up their ass
even though I’ve been crass

won't stop speaking out

they try to discount
interpret what I've said
as I’m sick in the head
makes me question their skill
they’re the ones who are ill
all the wounds that I have
that hurt me so bad

I try to make them unseen
enemies start to convene
why do people demean
as if they're so pristine
most scars that I wear
are there because I cared
some day I won’t dare
the marks make people stare

©April 5, 2010 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

Judged by Helen Keller

I know poetry hasn’t any room for cliché

I used to break outlived rules every day

like every time I write I have anger to spray

I’m sick of greedy fucks and the games they play

another two-faced prick showed his colors today

white mechanic covered in grease looks pretty gray

I’ll always be guilty even though I’ve changed

I still get judged by dysfunctional fucks who’re insane

I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt, holding all this pain

here comes the cliché for those of you who mind

justice is a deaf bitch who happens to be blind

unlike Helen Keller it’s, also, lost it’s fucking mind

one day they’ll be judged and sentenced for all time

I may not be perfect but I know I’ll be fine 

April 2014 by Tamara Nicholas

Social Warfare

Social Warfare

 

intentions are vague and rarely as they appear

depravity like gravity passed down year to year

greed is a cancer infecting every career

if you start asking questions you may disappear

despite the muddied waters and perpetual fear

they can't hide reality the truth is too clear

the control they've extorted we'll levy right here

social injustices demand social warfare

we’re spinning our wheels but going nowhere

a revolution will make this rat race fair

 

©April 2014 – Tamara Nicholas (Revised August 16, 2014)