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Lory J Turner Jun 2020
second class
a step below worth it
a kiss away from a person
about an inch down from a woman
two cup sizes more than wife material
about ten kilos too few to bear children
twenty too much for a surrogate mum to pay off
approximately two master's degrees beyond being smart
and too much baggage to be lovable at heart

second class
second class
too much makeup to be beautiful
and too little beauty for less makeup
not really worth the dinner but decent for dessert
a little too aggressive and a little too astute
not beautiful enough to be worth the taming of the shrew
too many opinions to be fun
very funny to rile you up, though
fun to see you get knocked down a peg
or two

second class
second class
second class
good throat, not a lot of gag reflex, i guess
a lot of enthusiasm but not really worth the stress
the same throat talks too much, wish it'd just dry up
good to stick it in, but too curvy to cuddle
are you gonna go to sleep anytime soon?
strong thighs, do you work out or something?
****, yeah, right there, that's good babe
god, i'm so glad you're okay with being casual

second class?
nice enough, just really not all that special
are you
class two
*******
casual, casual
second class
class two
that's you
this isn't a poem, it's a raw nerve
Lory J Turner Jun 2020
i am the beast that swallowed the sun
i am who conquers all kingdoms to come  
i am the claw that sliced open the moon
i am the end that has started too soon.

i am the glutton who broke open the earth
drank dry the core that’s been there since its birth
i am the dawn of all lives gone unlived
eating all marrow the world has to give

i am the poison that runs in your veins
i am the anger that gnaws at your brain
i am the dusk that darkens the day
i am the night that steals light away

i am the beast that tore at the sun
i am the daughter, the prodigal son
i am the eyes that close, unaware
that i am the one who has always been there.

i am the demon that’s under the bed
i am the sickness inside of your head
i am the thief that steals away sleep
i collect laughs, they are mine to keep

i am the ghost that haunts the dead
only alive in the tears that they shed
i am sickness, i am decay
i am the cloud that weeps life away.

i am the beast that choked down the sun
i am the anger that burns in your lungs
i am inside you, the hatred you breathe
i am the ugly, the lies that you weave.

i am with you and you are with me
i am all that you cannot be
i am sickness, ill and despair
you and me, we make quite the pair.
this is one of the first poems i've ever written, so here goes, i suppose? in my head, i call this "the narcissicm of depression", maybe it resonates with someone :)

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