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.
Tag Archives: women
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
Communicate…
Am I meant to speak through thoughts divine?
Am I meant to limit myself to words?
If I speak through my heart
Will you hear me clear?
Or must I resort to using hands and eyes?
There is no bottomless pit.
Even the ocean has a floor.
So why fear the unknown?
All that is meant to be revealed,
Is unfolded, inevitably!
So come, my dearest love
Lay with me
Among the dandelion meadows instead.
-©Ramona Arena 2016
And then we said goodbye.
And then we said goodbye.
This time it was real.
All the years of waiting
Closed with an official seal.
I am free again.
To live life with a smile and shine,
Thank you for your generous understanding,
And to the universe for being so kind.
-©RamonaArena, 2015.
Succumb
Why is it so hard for me
To break through these walls of denial.
Why can’t I see they are only made of paper,
Not steel.
Why does it seem impossible for me
To allow myself just a tear?
Must I always resort to intoxication
To let loose or a find a momentary escape?
Why do I have to hide behind words
And filters that conceal my lines,
The story hasn’t even begun to be told,
But the end is clearly in sight.
If only I could shake the truth I know, out of me
Like the falling leaves of October.
Would it be so thoroughly shattering
To accept that I still miss you?
Could the vulnerability reveal a comforting shadow?
Could the weakness reduce me to a baggage tag that reads ‘fragile’?
Either way, this debate of submission,
Is a sweet pain I’ve grown to love.
It’s the oxygen in my lungs
That keeps me alive,
In the same way,
That it allows me to disintegrate until mortality claims my soul.
-Ramona Arena 2014.
Hush
Hush.
Shhh.
Don’t say a word.
Unless your fingers and tongue
Tell my bare skin what you heard.
So hush.
Quiet.
Don’t you dare speak.
Let tepid pearls of consolidated sweat,
Have us drown in saccharine sheets.
-Ramona Arena 2015.
The Idiots’ Guide To Me.
My smile is for you to understand
My cheeks are for you to cup with your hands.
My eyes are for you to see the reflection of my perfection
My hands are your eternal reassurance, beside you in every direction.
My ears are for you to nibble on and tease
My lips are to comfort you and put you at ease.
My song is for you to hear and know.
My heart is for the seeds you want to sow.
My trust is a gift for you to celebrate
My happiness is yours to creatively elevate.
My mind is for you to appreciate and excite
My body is yours to devour till I die.
– RAMONA ARENA 2014.
Hide.
Who are you?
Standing there in the shadows
Of filthy streets, of urban treats.
Who are you?
You that hides in the darkest cloud of gray
Cooling, watching.
Why are you?
A peeping mass,
Drowning deep, a lumpy carcass.
I see the gutters
You be hiding in.
Even rats for you, do weep.
-Ramona Arena, 13th September 2015, Mumbai.