The dark abyss of your ignorance suffocates me
Like a plastic bag held tightly about my head;
And the disrespect you show with every word
Is but another cumb to your gluttony fed.
Everyone you meet adores you entirely
Because they think you to be nice and sweet.
But they do not know the real you
Or they would scream of the poison you secrete.
Your self-perpetuating pity is pathetic
And the drama-queen antics truly a bore.
You are absolutely repulsive to me
And my anger and hatred combine into a roar.
The little patience with which I was graced
Has worn thin in the face of adversity.
Even in the threat of your perfect little mold
I broke free and stand as an example of originality.
I possess the gift of a vivid imagination
And in poetry I have found my voice.
I refuse to allow you to take that away.
Poetry makes me happy and in that I rejoice.
I lock the doors that lead to mercy
And I wash my heart of all pity for you.
I despise you and all that you stand for;
I hate you now and forever; oh, if you only knew.
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About my mom. She is evil. Of course if you read my author page you already know that so. . . . just a little reiteration. :')
Written April 7th, 2005
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Fabulous
Wow, about your mom? This is very powerful and you put so much emotion in just a small series of very expressive words. I can visualize this about so many people that it's frightening - you have such a gift.
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Excellent Work
Whoa.... Deep, dark write. This write reminds me of someone I know... I was surprised when I read your authors comments and saw this is about your mom. I loved this write. I took a major liking to the first and third stanzas. You did a super job with this poem all the way around. This piece flows off the tongue so smoothly... Excellent work. -
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Love you Josh! Thanks for the comment. And I will call you soon. -
Hell ya, this is awesome, like always. Why don't you call me anymore? I miss you.
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