You plastered a sorry to a dirge with no remorse.
Misspelt words line up across a screen to scream
Words you would have normally said out loud;
The best friend I formerly knew would be proud.
What sulks in my head is the fuel that had fed
Such an unexpected confession.
I try to recall any personal harm,
Just to reach no straightforward explanation.
The lament of a friendship ripped apart,
Or simply a temper pushed off the edge?
When it comes the histrionic,
Maybe a [breeze] spoke for you, rather than me.
Rage seeps into the skin and clenches the pores,
Sealing out self-control and respect.
I act on impulse when my mind tells me it's right,
To curse, abuse and insult.
My tendency is to mistake caring with rude,
Placing judgements is a world wide reflex.
The heart inside this ice beats at its own pace,
Whether I'm insecure or content.
Poetic desecration offends the eye;
I am neither humble nor narcisstic.
The life I own is blessed,
One I sometimes mentally take for granted.
Sheltered? Yes.
Unaware? No.
Spolied? Incredibly.
But I did not make that so.
Strength grows with experience,
So I apologize for being so weak.
A fucked up life never came to me,
Never gave me the wisdom to heed.
Save the seething for someone else's ears.
Don't fake the sorry you've foolishly attempted.
Ranting won't alter the person you've accused
Of claiming their existence entirely imperfect.
Despise me.
What goal would it succeed?
The eyes have closed to you,
Let me help you refrain from your blind way of seeing.
Author notes
this lost all foundation after the first few stanzas.
thoughts mixed with emotions bleed insanity and lacks organization.
what else could you expect after not writing for months and months.
and no, I'm not sorry.
The truth.
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that's right, don't be sorry babe! =]
but it's really very good. especially the title.. but alliterations and assonances are like my crack. hah.
I'm back on allpoetry, finally. now that it's summer, i have plenty of free time. so, I'll be talking to you =] -
Well, since it's pretty much over now, I've decided to comment...lol. At least you both have a beautiful way of expressing yourselves. Cassie's right, at least something productive came from all the drama.
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"The eyes have closed to you,
Let me help you refrain from your blind way of seeing."
I'm glad you wrote it out instead of expressing yourself in other ways...
It is a good poem. I've always loved your way of wording things.
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At least something productive came from this.
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