F/Australia Not the best poet, but I try at least. |
All of these pieces are mine, and they're all based on emotion, and experience. Apologies for curse words! | Inbox Is Always Open 28 followers / 3.3k words
How does one say “*******” politely? Because personally I do not wish to offend, but I’m in need to defend.
To defend my actions and what I said, or did, to protest against the way you all want me to live.
I’m rude, I’m mean, I’m a bully. Call it what you will but I will always see it as honesty.
Why, must I be the one in trouble, when no one spoke to me Why, must I be beaten down violently when I didn’t know what to do Why, must I be tortured mentally that I want to break my own skin open and let everything out.
All the, emotions and pain, suffering and sleepless night that I spent crying.
Why does a screen feel less than me when it’s supposed to be state of the art, high tech, and without fault.
People will say that it’s just getting old, and worn out, so why won’t my heart do the same..
Hey, I like you, do you like me? No, that’s fine, that’s cool I’ll go cry myself to sleep at night because unlike internet explorer I don’t just keep asking for you to accept me.
I simply wish that I could be less weak, less pathetic, less useless than everything and everyone else, I just wish to not feel this sensitivity of my nerves letting my eyes drain and my heart to turn into a glass pane that someone can smash open, and for those lumps in my throat to just go down and not reappear as I struggle to tell you how I feel.
I wish to be helpful, I wish to be useful, and I want to make you happy every way possible.
But my weakening heart does not know how to tell you the truth that I’m holding within my lungs as the air rots away.
When it comes to writing down your thoughts, as a young poet does You're told where to start, from your heart, from your head, or just some bottled up words instead.
Look to the sky and describe it's beauty! being a poet is easy you see! Take what you love with a firm grip and spill a little onto a page or screen, hold your values high, but hold your poems about them higher.
never keep your words inside young poet, no matter how dark they may be, or how cliche they are.