Shireen Ramadan

Rookie (14/5/2012)

Womb Rhythms - Poem by Shireen Ramadan

The only company is my screams in a dark mind ov fear
Mass hearts from ashes, grinding his mercy
Slaughtering me in numb fingers & comatose twisting belief
Brainwashed in nerve fever, ov religious unclear

God's fever in black disease for figures unpagan
As if he's a scientist to cook raw brains Pyrrhonic
Sadism in dark minds over worshipped relief
As if I'm acting experiment ov void ironic

Their world is a tomb to me, sleepwalking lies ov safety
Feminine possessed in ashes ov no return
To a hypnotised in shrouds ov purple dead roses
Crumbled like scripts ov youth in unmerciful dreams

Exhume my diaries in a stream ov consciousness
Like conscious disease in dreadful creep
Maiden roses in wombs & mass pride in burden
To let my desires feel immortal sleep.....

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tribute to 'Interview With The Vampire' movie

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  • Diane Hine (7/16/2012 7:57:00 AM)

    A turbulent poem! - very engrossing and exciting. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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