I don’t talk much,
Not about the past anymore,
Not about how X hurt me, or that I went through Y,
I don’t speak of all the pain, struggle, the number of times I have wanted to end my life, end it all for good,
But that doesn’t mean I’m over it,
That doesn’t mean I don’t feel,
That doesn’t mean I don’t know your pain,
That doesn’t mean anything.
Stop your mind from jumping to conclusions,
Stop your ego from judging me.
My story is mine, I will share it if I need to,
And I’d only need to, to help lighten your load.
I don’t need it to hold grudges or blame,
To whine or stay stuck in a moment long gone.
I don’t need to prove the tons of things I’ve gone through,
I don’t need your sympathy,
I won’t explain myself for your egos satisfaction.
Free me from your expectations,
Because I won’t, I absolutely won’t live up to them.
– Ramona Arena, 3rd September, 2018.
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We
This magnificent power of love
This bond so solid
This coming together
This oneness.
No matter what we did
We’re beyond the things we said
There’s a deep, unshakable connection
Held together by more than thread.
Rooted in our core,
The way we feel,
Everything else is truly trivial
We transcend all physical boundaries.
How can I even begin to explain?
What the wisest of sages can’t fathom
You and I – the inseparable ‘we’
Are a force with which they reckon.
– Ramona Arena 2016.
16th March 2016.
The Healing
We’ll be healed
We’ll be fine
Once we’re done
With all the cryin.
Cross the days
Count the nights
This very darkness
Will be our light.
I feel the future
Together life renewed
We’ll get through this
Just me and you.
-Ramona Arena 2016
Heroes..
(**PROFANITY ALERT**)
All of you heroes
You wannabe knights in shining armor
Think you can rescue a damsel in distress…
I have 2 words for you –
1. Fuck
2. Off.
This stupid game of pretend you play
Is my daily reality.
Fully convinced only you have the secret code to remove the spell,
Only you hold the magic key to release the curse,
Your kiss alone, shall rescue the princess!
Breaking news for you,
It can’t and it won’t.
Fool yourself, but I see through.
This is not from your heart –
Not even good intent
So spare me your illusion
The speech of unshakable love.
It’s your lame man ego is all –
The hunter that rules the house;
The one in the drivers seat that needs no directions;
The one that can fix everything, never needing to ask for a hand.
Keep running around your own house
With your super hero cape and mask.
Wash your dirty hands.
Rinse that filthy mouth.
I’ll say it again –
I see right through you
No. You cannot fix me.
I’m not a fucking experiment
I’m not a fucking toy
I’m not an exciting riddle to crack.
Don’t wanna be your muse either
To be tossed on a whim, into the trash.
See unlike your inner coward
I actually do invest
I traverse all my millions of fears
Believing in your best.
But this cold blooded creature now,
Has built an unrecognisably hard shell,
Retracting within a second
Cuz your ‘commitments’ fail the smallest test.
So I say this yet again,
With much respect
Fuck Off you heroes
You ain’t got a chance in hell.
– Ramona Arena 2016
Of Fairytales and…
Stupid girl
Gullible fool
Can you not see through
What he’s trying to do?
It’s the oldest trick
Experience can’t hide
He won’t take no
It’s a matter of pride.
So stop being daft
Prancing in your bubble
This unicorn’s a dragon
He’s good at nothing but trouble.
Stop listening
To all he says
Use the brain you’re given
Don’t be another number in his bed.
– Ramona Arena 2016
Traumatic Progression To Nothing
For every gift I was given,
To find out – like Santa – the giver was fiction.
For every promise carefully packaged
To arrive broken; faster than UPS Express could deliver.
For all the times my rusty window was forced open
Stripping even the hollowness out of the hollow.
There’s nothing now for anyone and so it shall stay-
Useless, barren and bare.
Oh wait- there’s only one thing that lingers
The stench of morbid despair.
-Ramona Arena 2016.
Games (Part 2)
Used on repeat
Deceived each time
Pitifully dumb
Their loyalty stays blind.
This disease, this herd mentality
All they do is suffer
Believing various Gods
Will miraculously make it better.
Sacrifice a child,
Marry a tree
Pollute mother nature
With your sins in her purity.
Only this,
Will rid you off your karma
Poverty is your destiny
Surrender your money, with your daughters.
Imbeciles!!!
Driving us all to doom
Believing in tradition
Unable to fathom the very anthem they croon.
They stay trapped in their misery
Frustrated and lost
Dripped in hypocrisy
This damage is beyond cost.
-Ramona Arena 2016
**DISCLAIMER: This poem does not reflect on any country, party, organization or corporation, religion or any other such thing in particular. It is an artistic expression of thought – as all my other writing is.
Games (Part I)
They been playin
Playin dirty
Dirty with minds
Minds they keep illiterate
On a tight leash they’ve kept disguised.
Foolish thoughts encouraged,
Have led to fragile times.
Impulsive, emotional reactions,
Never thought through with a rational mind.
What about the repercussions?
What about the damage?
What about shameless absurdity?
What about their crimes?
Who dares ask such questions
Big bucks and powers allied
Quickly silence their voices,
Arrest them, rape their wives.
Democracy is an illusion
They can never let it thrive
How will they ever benefit
Through harmony and equal rights?
So beasts and wildlings’ve been bred
For a majority of free willed votes.
They’ll gulp down anything without a doubt
Like unsuspecting, to-be-slaughtered goats.
-Ramona Arena 2016
**DISCLAIMER: This poem does not reflect on any country, party, organization or corporation, religion or any other such thing in particular. It is an artistic expression of thought – as all my other writing is.
How Far May I Go?
‘How far may I go?’
I ask my mind.
‘Seeing how
You confine yourself physically
To the parameters of a walled box,
Not very far I’m afraid’
It said.
‘How far may I go?’
I asked my heart.
‘Seeing how
You confine yourself emotionally,
Torturing and blaming yourself for love’s evasive existence,
Not very far I’m afraid’
It said.
‘How far may I go?’
I then asked my soul.
‘Seeing how
You confine yourself spiritually,
To the earthly limitations of humanity,
Not very far I’m afraid’
It said.
‘How far may I go?’
I finally asked God.
‘Seeing how
You are so desperate to believe,
In my existence, in justice, in miracles and hope,
Not very far I’m afraid’
Said… ?
-Ramona Arena 2016