August 29, 2011
Sorrow's Formation

Sorrow's Formation

The Source of sorrow bears a treacherous form
Morose with such a solemn look
Deep disdain for those who keep
Misery for what past blows they took

And so despise the countless hours where lay
Some soulful feat to come what may;
And trespass through the broken gates
Where sorrow dwells and lies and waits.

Awaken all! Redemption's near.
Bring along hope that won't borrow fear.
Hypnotic realms we trespass on
Seek to tatter our dreams before the dawn.

Sweet embrace of tender light,
I look up to see your face;
To brighten up with warm delight
And leave the gloom without a trace.

Malea Renee Miller

This night’s task is surely daunting:
To cure myself and stop the haunting.

Reach arm,
Where is my nightcap?
(A single drink will do no harm)
Twist hand,
Turn down my bed flap.
(No chill shall cause myself alarm)

Look eyes,
Seek that light switch.
(I cannot bear my visage longer)
Be still fingers,
Cease to shake and twitch.
(Of their agency I’m not the author)

Move legs,
Plunge into covers,
(Lest you carry me from this rest)
Deaden ears,
Your hearing smother.
(Let no sound disturb my final quest)

Drink throat,
Imbibe the potion.
(Solutions will come at last)
Halt mind,
Not one more notion.
(Devilish memories long past)

Quite heart,
Take respite from beating.
(All the world begins to swirl)
Escape life,
I’ve finished breathing.
(Past Pain’s deep bonds at last uncurl)

I thought joining my love would be better,
Now we two haunt this place together.

I've Realized,
I've Slowly Grown To Have A Permanent Scoul,
Which Sits Upon My Face,
Ive Realized,
Every Play Is A Foul,
My Happiness Coming Unlaced,
I'm Tired Of Pep Talks,
I'm Tired Of Encouragement,
Im Tired Of Getting Pelted With Emotional Rocks,
Energy Thinned From No Supply Of Nourishment,
I'm Sorry To Everyone,
Because I Have Grown To Be Bitter,
I'm Angered Because I Feel I Have No Freedom,
I'm Sorry I Am So Bitter

Let Me Be,
I'm Fine With Lying Through My Teeth,
I Don't Care If I'm A Snot,
I'm Tired Of People Pretending They Are Not,
Im Sorry To People Who Accidently Step On Me,
I Yell At You Because I Am Internally Angry,
I'm Sorry For Snapping,
Because I Fantasize About Being In The Woods,
Napping,
I Need To Let It Out,
I Need To Cry,
But You Shout,
If I Even Try,
I'm Sorry To My Friends,
I'm Ready To Burst,
I Promise This Will End,
But I Need To Blow My Fuse First

Let Me Talk To You,
It Will Only Take Me 10 Minutes,
I Need To Scream At You,
I Haven't Forgotten Yet,
I Need To Get Away,
I'm Tired Of These Kinds Of Days,
Pouring Out My Pain On A Blank Page,
I'm Sorry I Am So In Rage,
Its Only Because Every Thorn Wants To Poke,
Where There Is Already A Scrape,
Whenever I Start To Sing I Choke,
I Want To Feel Great,
Just Like The Old Times...

I'm Sorry I'm So Bitter,
I'll Try To Runaway From What I Have Become,
I'm Sorry I'm So Bitter,
I Feel Like Some Kind Of ****,
I'm Sorry Im So Bitter,
I'm Sorry I've Been So Dumb

In school, they used to teach us phrases like:
The fast car, or, The big tree.
But never did they mention the man who,
Upon losing his education like his keys,
Takes a fast car into a big tree-
On purpose.

Then, in school, they taught us drugs are bad,
*** is dope, crack is wack.
Yet never did they once speak of the father who,
Uses drugs to feed his kids,
so that they grow and feed their kids too-
Through purpose.

And, in school, they showed us pictures.
Of Syphilis and AIDS,
To scare us.
But, once again, the graphs and facts were missing,
As though seeing was trespassing upon some truth-
Some purpose.

So I pick up a pen and write:
A suicide story, a poem from the block.
And I sketch a Polaroid of a shaken scene,
Of the things I am not. So that I,
Yes I may lead a life-
With purpose.