By JFarrell


My shame stops.



Yes, I took the sweets

I was six years old

And I didn’t know what he wanted.

The scumbag raped me

But I am finished being ashamed for that.


I did not ruin my uncle’s wedding

Destroy his marriage

His scumbag friend

Was the rapist


I did not live up to my father’s expectations;

A cowardly drunk

Who beat his wife and kids

To feel like a man.


I took a lot of blame for my family


No more

Find a new scapegoat.


The only thing I have to be ashamed of

Is that I let you hand me the blame;

And I am so through with that.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

no more anyones scapegoat

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Blame Game

The man accused the poor boy of stealing,

He repeatedly said that he didn’t steal a thing,

The man shouted like an angry lion and started beating,

The boy’s teardrops couldn’t soak the man’s feeling.


The man was kicking the boy like a football,

The spectators were like stones; they didn’t listen to the call,

Of the poor boy who was as innocent as a flower,

Alas! He breathed his last after an hour!


His departed soul won’t have to stay here on earth,


Where most of the humans’ hearts are awash with dirt.

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Don’t Blame Me

Don’t blame me,

Don’t hate me,

I haven’t mistaken,

I’m above suspicion.


Before you file a complaint,

Ponder over the matter like a saint,

I do believe that you’ll find a way,

Since at the other side of the tunnel comes the ray!


Ask your heart not the people around,

Your thoughts’ll lead you to the logical ground.

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I am the one to Blame

D. E. A. F.

All these people sad and hurt,

because this girl is dead.

"It's all my fault, only mine"

is what pounds inside my head.

I didn't mean to do it,

it was an accident,

But that won't change the fact

that her body is bent.

If only I hadn't been drinking,

on that stupid date.

I regret ever deciding to drive,

But its much too late.

A little girl no older than ten,

could have explored europe,

But instead I ran her down,

now she will never grow up.

Everytime I close my eyes,

all I see is her frightened face.

I cannot bear these hostile looks,

I am my family's personal disgrace.

This little girl did nothing to me,

but know she's dead in the ground.

Her body smacking against the pavement,

I'll never forget that sound.

Until that night I took nothing serious,

and life was just a game.

But now a little girl is dead,

and I am the one to blame....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Basically about drinking and driving. Comment feedback :)

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now if you get to blame

you have to be lame,

blaming only increases delay

your brain stops automatically


when attention focused on the blame

diverts attention from the frame

of reference for a solution

really delays any resolution


even insurance companies ignore blame

cos it extends the ball game

blame drags any timeline down

creates many furrowed brow


people who are stuck in blame

only one word for it: Insane

assigning blame causes delay

the blamer gets lamer days


be lame if you want to

its your choice choose

not a good choice at all


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What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When all the people look at you like you are insane
Who is to judge when they don't feel your pain
They don't know what it's like to feel shame
To have to blame yourself for all the choices you've made

This is what it's like to feel my pain
It's the hurt that is slowly deteriorating your brain
The numbing of all the words you're saying
Nothing is great when all you feel is this type of pain
Sometimes it makes me want to scream, but whats the point
When no one is listening

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this when I had a lot on my mind. I was trying to describe my pain.

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Fat and Blame

i've backed myself into the corner again.
i sit there likes it's the only place that ever felt like home.
my troubles replay on an infinite loop.
the more i change the more i end up here.
my hopes are washed away by my tears.
the fears harbor me and i hold them near.
i begged myself to let go of the past, but my chains are pure titanium!

faces and places lose their impact.
i can't remember what i forgot.
all the nonsense makes sense to me.
my thoughts form but never sink in.
i'm treading water but afraid to swim.
i want one person to accept as i am, but no one cares!

i laugh for no reason.
these up's and down's are my seasons.
i could convict my soul for high treason.
i handed out my heart like it's replaceable.
i keep getting angry at my disgraceful behavior, but i'm addicted to the danger!

fat and blame circle my bones like a vulture.
i can't continue to sustain this new me.
i feel my pounds creeping back onto me.
i can't say i'm eating out of misery because i'm so damn happy!
i fear this will come to a bad end, but i can't walk away from him.

My Mother Is Mad At Me


My mother is mad at me,
for not walking the
right way to her office,
with my little sister.

I went the other way,
because, in my mind,
I thought that
she'd see my sister,
and I, easier.

But when I split off
from my sister,
where I would go
to my school,
and she'd go to
mom's office,
things went wrong.

I got into school,
and settled in,
and then my mother called.

She asked me
where I was,
and where my sister was.

I told her that I
was at school,
and my sister was
supposed to be at
mother's office.

But, of course,
she wasn't there,
and I got the blame.

She got mad at me,
because my sister
took her time,
walking to my
mother's office.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I got into trouble with my mom because she went to the store, and me and my sister walked up to where my sister's old bus stop was, and my sister headed over to my mother's office, and I went to school. Please comment and let me know what you think!

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Critically Analytic

We’ve been reading too many books

lately. Blatantly, not trying to create

recently. Evidently, we’ve been letting others

absurdly run the story of you and me

in trying to be, when we already are,

freely entrapped within our own systems,

circles, and propriety of competition amongst society.

You can blame society,
but it’s simply you and me
in relation.
You and me, and him and her and them and us.

We’re in this together, now.
Each infinitesimal drop of murky water,
forming, ostensibly, the flood. Not one splash feels
the responsibility,

consequently we blame, and

haughtily criticize, rationalizing it
in our minds.

Lazily, we evaluate others stories, finding frailties,
unaware of the intricately subtle reflection of our own

-Ryan K. Fuller

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm one to promote the independent explanation of poems.

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