Guilt Poems
My Murder Confession
by Melvyn Kairupan
In a haze, I stumble,
tripping over my own feet,
dragging my breath through a hill drowned in fog.
Cold. Fucking cold.
Solitude chewing through my skin,
biting into my bones.
And then—
you.
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Guilt and Shame
by Mengorbit .
I'm haunted by them
The fighters have lost the battle
The self-acceptance and confidence
have left the battlefield
I'm bleeding, I'm injured, I'm wounded
The brain has been infected
Taking my sanity away
replacing it with craze
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Quicksand
by Jazmin Houghtaling
Sometimes I feel like I'm sinking.
Like I'm being pulled down by an invisible force
Unable to bring myself back up.
I feel like I'm slowly being dragged under a quicksand that is impossible to escape.
I've been sinking for most of my life.
I've found comfort the sand.
After a while the sand drowns my feelings.
My legs go numb and I no longer feel the pain.
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The Shame of Gaza
by Richard Randolph
If the six million Jews who died in the Holocaust
saw their descendants treat an ethnic minority as second-class citizens,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they saw them relegate these people
to poor ghettos, deprive them of basic rights,
and then systematically steal their lands,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they heard them refuse to help these people
have a homeland of their own, claiming there’s no room,
while they live on lands taken from these very people
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Perspective
by Kara Prince
Mama says I’m giving,
Daddy says I care,
Teachers always called me a delight,
I had no shortage of recommendations.
For years, I believed them,
Because the voice in my head at night couldn’t be right.
So forgive me for taking so long to realize that no matter who tells our story,
I’m still the villain.
Perspective
by Kara Prince
Mama says I’m giving,
Daddy says I care,
Teachers always called me a delight,
I had no shortage of recommendations.
For years, I believed them,
Because the voice in my head at night couldn’t be right.
So forgive me for taking so long to realize that no matter who tells our story,
I’m still the villain.
September 28th, 2025
by Christine Angel
Eyes let the morning light in
And a shallow breath of dread greets the cold floor with mockery
The burn of disparity groans
And seats isolation in a crowd of foreign faces
Silence brings comfort
And song brings an unfamiliar pain that festers beneath the surface
Intimacy steering as distant as the unknown
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My Murder Confession
by Melvyn Kairupan
In a haze, I stumble,
tripping over my own feet,
dragging my breath through a hill drowned in fog.
Cold. Fucking cold.
Solitude chewing through my skin,
biting into my bones.
And then—
you.
......
Out of guilt
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I think about,
the right and wrong.
And good and bad,
that comes along.
So on my guitar,
I play a song,
to ease the pain,
of morals gone.
For every tune,
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Mr. Tree
by Rohan Dhulipalla
the sakura tree
in the dusty ol’ dark corner of the failing shop,
(although the owner would beg to disagree)
priced at $7.95
with a cardboard sign fastened with white cable ties
reading “UNLIKELY TO STAY ALIVE”
it appears that it was trying to expand,
to spread its branches,
but expansions weren’t in demand
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