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Allyson Walsh Aug 2015
I am too emotionally drained
To write a poem that rhymes

I am sick of being a part of your waiting game
We are worth more than your procrastinated time

Oh, look, I rhymed without trying
I suppose I had it within me all along

Defy, and stop them from attempting to divide
Please destroy all preconceived notions and odds
For myself, this past month, my tired eyes, mind, and WY

"I just want you to stand up for me. Can you do that?"
"I don't know."

"Do you need to talk about it?"
"No. I just wrote a poem instead."
Allyson Walsh Jul 2015
Sit down at your table for a second visit
I smile without relent
For I know that I am not wanted here
But this is the mask you asked me to wear

Silent, I stand
You have claimed the kitchen as my new home
I scrub each dish until it is sparkling
But the previous chips on each plate are blamed on me

Still, I am not what you want me to be
He tells me to be myself
But, how can I?
When my very nature is considered a crime

I am not submissive; I do not fall under inferiority
I am anything but subservient
Meek
You cannot teach me to shape my personality

It is time for him to choose
Between you two or me
Hopefully one day he will leave
The two of you and cleave to me
For the part of me that refuses to people-please

"We just don't see any change. We don't think you two are right for each other. She isn't the girl for you. She is so disrespectful. She doesn't care about what we want. She doesn't show any Godly characteristics. Does she even support you?"
Allyson Walsh Jul 2015
Fear latches onto my mind.
I am afraid,
Afraid of positives.
I cannot come to terms with another life form.

Like mother, like daughter,
I will fall into her footsteps;
You will leave, just as my father;
Tiny eyelashes and fingernails will be the cause.

They will look at me as the one to blame,
For I am the flame and you are water;
Tranquil, you are soothing blue,
But I burn and do not falter.

My feet will swell;
My friends will dwindle;
They will declare me filthy,
Will critique while my fire is kindled...
(Of course, they are perfect... completely). 

Your parents will tell you
It was my fault from the start;
It doesn’t take two,
It only takes one to ***** up her part.

Our flames will grow...
Both of us are full of fury and passion.
Cool water, you know
The fire will engulf my being,
Soon, our flames will show.

The flame will breathe in oxygen -
Blazing before diminishing to cool blue
In my arms, my tiny fire - wailing
I will be amazed – s/he will look just like you.
For myself
Allyson Walsh Jul 2015
Leave my mother for a life without bassinets
Walk out while attempting to cover your tracks

I have lived my existence without knowing
You may be absent, but your mark is exposing

Irish blood courses through your veins
In mine, the green, white, and orange do the same

The emerald in my eyes does not come from my mother’s side
It appeared from yours, along with my pigmentation – pearly white

Still, I know not the sound of your voice
I have not seen you in person or in print; though it is not my choice

Do I want to picture the man who departed because of my conception?
The man who saw my existence as more than a bump in the road (and the belly)?

Father, you are not worthy of my imagination
But, you are the undesirable inspiration

In disappearing, you left me with an unwanted impression
You are not suitable enough for this poetic expression

You are the salt and I am the sea
And I cannot separated you from me
For myself and RS
For those who have never met their biological father
...Title coming soon
Allyson Walsh Jul 2015
Bottles upon bottles of liquor
Sour liquor
You know each one by heart
Just like every customer

They swish and sway
Most curse and complain
The older men are creepy, really
The younger ask you out on dates

(Most) of the younger men will treat you right
Learning new details of their lives
Over a 6-pack
Wait until tomorrow – they’ll be back

Watch the shelves empty themselves
Just like the customers
One Bacardi here and a Captain Morgan there
For every bottle, there’s a secret to share

Close the store up
Withdrawals and window banging
If you unlock the doors
They won’t pay you in money

Wipe the dirt and gossip off the floor
We have more secrets than we did before
Lock them all up in the safe
Before they’re shown daylight the next day
For me, really
Working at a liquor is interesting, I'll tell you.
Allyson Walsh Jun 2015
They say that I’m controlling
You tell me I’m emotional

But I’m really just temperamental
I’m unpredictable

I am Mount Vesuvius
Soon, I will erupt

And I will cover our little city and love
In ash

My feelings simmer below the surface
The ground rumbles beneath your feet

Fire lights the sky
Red turns to gray

Passion and play
Fire and rage

Really, they are all the same
Collectively, each will fade

After the spew of my might, desire, or rage
(Whichever one I’m feeling that day)

The dust will settle
And you will suffocate

Then, I will cover you with a gray blanket
And I will smother you
For WY and for myself
(I need to stop trying to make things better because I only make them worse.)
Allyson Walsh Jun 2015
Yes, your actions wound me
But I will not command you to do a thing

Love is a choice
And within that choice is more decision

Because love does not command of another
It prefers blind hope

Blind hope, which fails every so often
But I choose to love you through my aching

The pain you inflict is only temporary
My hurt feelings will scab over

Love is choice, after choice, after choice
And patience – a whole lot of patience
For WY
A whole lot of word ***** that didn't come out as charming as I hoped it would. This poem is just a lot of truth to the matter. There isn't a pretty bow wrapped around it or anything.
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