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melancholy
Poems
Jan 2020
confessions
Confessions:
They weren't created
To make us sound cool
Or look pretty.
They were meant
To make us taste the blood
That we never shed.
They aren't always
As simple as perfume-scented love-notes
Slipped nervously into the hands
Of someone you hardly know.
They can be as dire
As the details
That spill from an honest criminal's lips
Proving his guilt
Sickening the jury
Allowing the clarity of a set date
On which the monster will be slain.
They aren't something
We can stand to dissect too much
Once we have them all written down.
All they're going to do
Is tarnish the world's perception of us, anyway.
Why worry about our syntax?
They weren't made
For jokes
Or church
Or truth-or-dare
Or poetry.
Perhaps they were made
Simply for the dark, scarce rooms
That are the minds
Of cowards.
Confessions
Taste of bitterness
Sting like salt in a wound
Have all the power
To tear a person's whole **** world apart
With a gesture as small
As a nod of one's head.
They're the things we wish we could forget
The big mistakes
That make us want to pour ourselves
A large glass of Selective Memory
And settle in for the evening.
And, in order to get them off of her chest
A trembling poet
With the roar of a lion
And the heart of a scaredy-cat
Will wrap them all up in metaphor
Until she barely recognizes them
Then feed them to the dogs
That make up the rest of the world
For dinner.
#freeverse
#confessions
#honesty
#truth
#confessionalpoetry
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