#vent poem
Settle down and set your mind
On those who don’t mind the asinine
Antics, play to the ones who want
Whatever rubbish you fling around
Like Oscar the Grouch on speed
Don’t need my reaction or to pick
My brain about anything relating
To you…or anything else for that matter.
Perplexing how she doesn’t make
The connection, too blinded by her own
Obsession to see the disturbing
Absurdity; surprised the hotheaded
Jealousy queen isn’t demanding
No alluding to me in her company
Let alone not to beg for scraps
Of my attention so blatantly.
No it is taken out on me.
Mr. Look-Ma-No-Hands-Geometry
Once again getting off scot-
Free to try wrangling up a triangle
Obtuse scalene obscene.
– All you’ll get from me is this poem you will never read
Hey, could I use the toilet, please?
Is it okay when I open up this window?
Sorry, was I complaining too much about my problems?
Did it bother you when I laughed out loud?
May I share my opinion on this matter?
Should I spare you the details of what happened to me?
Sorry, did that poem I wrote disturb you?
Can I make my decisions based on what I want?
Would you please let me try to do things my way?
Could you give me the space I need?
I don’t need to ask for your permission!
Nope, no permission granted is just fine
I will live my life the way I deem it worth living
And you’re not allowed to say it’s not worth it!
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial. It’s been a while since I wrote a poem, but I’m coming back! Sorry for just being able to write this vent poem. I don’t think anyone cares to read these scrambled thoughts.
Come night, once again, she’ll perform her act
As the living doll and the acrobat
She’ll climb a ladder to the highest-most
Tether her pull-string to the starting post
She’ll wave to the crowd with a painted smile
She’ll steady herself for the coming mile
Then, with bated breath, she’ll proceed to walk
A wavering tightrope against a clock
Step by step all while avoiding a fall
She’ll lean with everything to heave and haul
But light as feathers, she’ll barely progress
With the weighty shackle she must possess
Yet still she’ll try to pull her pull-string taut
To engage her organs to reel the lot
And free her voice box to finally bring
That unheard song she’s so desperate to sing
But every night, something winds up awry
She’ll plummet below with a voiceless cry
The viewers will shriek as they did before
Bracing themselves for the upcoming gore
But not to worry, she’ll still aim to please
She’ll shift to entertain with skilled trapeze
She’ll swing with arcs as graceful as they come
A beautiful hypnotic pendulum
The show never tires, it never gets old
Through all the years the tickets still get sold
We all have yet to listen to her bit
But nonetheless, each show’s still a big hit
I wonder what future holds for the doll
If there’ll be an end to her curtain call
Maybe tonight will be the night she’ll sing
But if not, it’s still fun to see her swing.
It aches.
Just laying in bed in the middle of the night trying to close your eyes but you stare at the wall for hours on end. No matter what I do, how I try to distract myself and make the voices quiet I can’t help but feel the ghost of your arms around me. The traces of your fingers in my hair soothing me like a lullaby. I can hear your voice in the distance. But lately, I’ve almost forgotten how you sound. I’ve almost forgotten how your skin feels.
You’ve become so cold and distant just like the memories we shared together. Just like the space between us and the silence that follows along like a knife across the throat. I’ve always choked on my own tears from the thoughts of you and the warmth of your love from your touch and your soul. But now it’s like I’m choking on my own blood.
I still do not understand how the universe could create me but in two; the other half of me is stuck on the other side of the world along with my heart. It was never given back and never given a chance to come closer.
I don’t think I will ever understand how life could tell me I’ve had enough hardships and give you to me as a way of reassurance of a reward of everything I’ve been through, only to take you away. Because after everything, I’m starting to believe it’s just a constant reminder of how undeserving of love I am when I did everything I could to make everything work.
And yet after everything, and at the end of every road, you were the only good thing I’ve ever done in my life. The only one who could chip away the walls I built because of how terrified I was to let you in because I just couldn’t believe someone could love a mess like me. You kissed every scar and sucked out all the poison. Only to leave me in that same spot and state you found me.
I’m worried that I may not last any longer because of how your presence still lingers and haunts me every second of the day no matter how much I try to ignore it. I can even feel my heart that left with you.
It aches.
I remember when our friends were so happy for us when we got together and our first meeting in person. We just drew each other in, two broken hearts becoming one that healed together. Until we had to part.
Now everything feels weird. Everything feels so out of place. Everything feels so incomplete and empty. I feel incomplete and empty. I no longer feel at home. I no longer feel such peace. I no longer feel safe. Everything just made sense when we were together.
But you no longer wanted to meet me in the middle. You no longer wanted to hold us up. You no longer wanted to keep our promises.
And yet here I stand, hoping one day you’ll come back around, because I was the only one who kept every word you couldn’t. I won the I love you more argument.
I thought everything would be okay. I thought I was safe. But I never thought you would ever grab a knife and stab me through my heart. The heart I let you hold with security and love. The heart I trusted with you to take care of like I did yours. The heart that was once bruised that was healed by you. The heart that finally had hope again in beating after being met with yours.
I bled, and bled, and bled. You knew what you were doing to me. You watched me fall like all those times, and this time you didn’t help me up. You walked away claiming to be sorry. But I can’t rely on words alone anymore. I can’t rely on promises you made anymore.
And still today, no matter how much time and effort I put into myself, the wound won’t stop bleeding. The cries that echo from my throat won’t stop screaming. The pain throughout my entire body won’t stop aching. Aching for you and the pain you planted inside of me.
It’s very hard to always be strong,
It’s unfair we have to be strong.
But fuck it, we will be strong
So our children and grandchildren don’t have to be.
You better miss me, I was the best thing that ever happened to you. I was there in ways you only notice now that I’m gone.
how else can i express myself
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