Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Silenced Deep Down

"Deep Down"

One of these days
I’m going to explode
I don’t want to be here
When I battle against them
All of their chains upon me
All of their walls around me
They want to shun me now
Stuff me into a hole deep down
All of the illusionists there
They don’t happen to care
Where they spin their tales
Pervasive; hearts have failed
One of these days
I’m going to erupt
I don’t want to be here
When I wage war against them
All of their ropes upon me
And their fortress around me
They want to shut me out
Stuff me into a hole deep down
Saying I am an ailment in their side
Like a poison dart I’m opening wide
All of their false and wrong insides
Tell me why must we all hide?
Let it all out – I’m erupting
Time to call out this farce
Here I go now – exploding
Level them out; it’s sparse
Nothing left now that’s false
Bury ‘em down…
Or they will stuff me in hole deep down


1/9/15 

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“Silenced Songbird”

Am I diseased or crazy?
Perhaps I’m mad and touched
They never want to hear me
Tell me stand there and hush
They want to marvel at my beauty
But I mustn’t make a sound
When did it happen that the songbird
Cannot sing aloud?
Struck with envy
Struck with greed
They are yanking feathers off of me
And they want me – never freed
To be silent
Am I diseased or crazy?
Perhaps I’m a fool for all of them
They never want to hear me
They want me beautifully broken
I should like to sing so loud their ears bleed
They are sick with envy corrupted by greed
Plucking my feathers one by one
I am through with silence
I am done

1/14/15

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, January 5, 2015

Discarded

Battling loneliness like a ghost
With a scepter of cobwebs
Wishing for all I wanted most
But never to have it
I was discarded 
Swallow me up into silence 
Burn out my eyes
With those goodbyes 
Saturate my irrelevance 
Stifle my cries
With silent lies 
All of me lives within silence 
Discarded 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 

10/13/14

Sunday, January 4, 2015

My Own Song

Maybe I’m an error
a polluted sea
A broken mirror
or an arbitrary thing
Am I your reflection?
You see contempt in me
Something that you’ll question
just to prove to me
That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong
That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon
Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song
I’ll play along, I’ll play along

Maybe I’m off center
I can’t stand up straight
Wouldn’t life be fairer
if I remained in a pure state?
Am I your reflection?
You don’t like seeing me
You hold an accusation
just to prove to me
That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong
That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon
Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song
I’ll play along, I’ll play along

I’m a mismatch puzzle
or a broken door
A crooked picture
and a metaphor
I’m off kilter and silently bewitched
Unraveling from everything you stitched
Like a tapestry refusing to remain
What you made it
You can’t hang it

Maybe I have errors
My threads are colorful
All of my accusers
Aren’t very thoughtful
Am I your reflection?
No? Yet you won’t see
Beyond your accusation
Of what I’m still to be
I am not one foot out a door leading to wrong
Nor on any road named “Old Babylon”
The only song I sing is my own song
All I’ve wanted is to be me all along

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

1/4/15