Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
chloe-kPoems
I am split-minded With quivering doubts, Because that Other one Slipped in through the back door-- Didn’t even knock, Whisked me away to a cocktail party Where everyone was murmuring about her last aberrations; I knew it would be better to stay home. I don’t hear voices—no, We all sound the same. She just hates to be bored, Doesn’t follow direction well. She likes to smudge all my Self-proclaimed happy-truths With bloodshot graffiti ink-- I never was a very good artist. Always too clumsy-handed to Make anything beautiful, Or to clean up my own messes. You are both delicate and Extremely cruel, And I am far too human To be anything but weak.
0
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Dialogue to Self
I am split-minded With quivering doubts, Because that Other one Slipped in through the back door-- Didn’t even knock, Whisked me away to a cocktail party Where everyone was murmuring about her last aberrations; I knew it would be better to stay home. I don’t hear voices—no, We all sound the same. She just hates to be bored, Doesn’t follow direction well. She likes to smudge all my Self-proclaimed happy-truths With bloodshot graffiti ink-- I never was a very good artist. Always too clumsy-handed to Make anything beautiful, Or to clean up my own messes. You are both delicate and Extremely cruel, And I am far too human To be anything but weak.
chloe-k
Written by
chloe-k
American
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem