At The Cafe I heard her say to the teary-eyed lady as they sliced their custard creams, " Move on and go find someone else" As if suggesting to take that knife and slice that face out of her brain and replace it with another. As if perhaps she should cut out her heart and separate it from the rest of her. I suppose the thoughtless lady was only trying to help. I suppose that's normal procedure in such circumstances. Like quickly go find a lollipop for god's sake. I felt like saying to the broken woman; wait a bit. No need to be in such a rush. This terrible ache, this fierce wrenching this oozing sore is love disguised. You'll come to it. You will. No substitute necessary. That someone else is waiting in the dim horizon, fresh faced and true with eyes that pierce through the mish mash of dough and syrup of wounds and ruins of love and war and sharp metal objects. That someone else is you, whole and undisguised. You can't rush that. You'll come to it You will.
The sorrow of loss, breakup, the slow journey through the shadow into acceptance. Finding oneself in the midst of despair without trying to find a new fix.
******* in the pond/ Fat toad on a skinny rock - I wish he would croak.
This is seriously ******-up on so many levels:
“ So ridiculous. Greta must work on her Anger Management problem, then go to a good old fashioned movie with a friend! Chill Greta, Chill! https://t.co/M8ZtS8okzE — Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December12, 2019“
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you You make my blood boil You make my fists clench My eyes squint into a scowl when I see your smug smile lips curled teeth bared slandering my name Go on ahead! I know I am not to blame for all the late nights of confusion and all the moments of obsessive intrusion You twist the story say I'm no better Leaving on my doorstep a grammatically incorrect letter Ah, nothing makes my skin crawl more than the improper use of "you're" "your a liar" "you never take responsibility for you're actions" God, I don't know where I ever found attraction! You can condemn me all day to hell but at least I know how to ******* spell! You say that I make you absolutely sick doesn't mean much coming from a wannabe preppy pretense of a ***** Delete my number from your phone Get a life and leave me alone Stop penciling paragraphs full of mean and spite saying you don't know how I sleep at night Well, the joke's on you I don't actually sleep And I don't miss your stupid Jeep I literally have my own. Again, put down your phone and pick up a book because being a ******* isn't exactly a fallback career You got that? Have I made it clear? You can go assassinate my character to your nonexistent group I'll just be ranting to my poet friends on an online website everyone can see.... oops
my anger has subdued this was just a fun one i found
In my head again fighting a battle I know I can't win.
Shut down or stand up, never good enough. Insecurities.
Conceding no more, hesitation gone, I've settled the score.
Look in the mirror, dismiss my disguise. Fierce and Strong I rise.
Still pretty new to poetry and trying different styles. This one I believe is called syllabic verse and contains 5 syllables per line. Thank you for reading hope you enjoy it. Thank you to all whom love and support me. Special thanks to my husband, children, brother and friends (S.M., C.H. and anyone else I forgot.) Thank you C. Love for the revising suggestions and Gretchen Miller for the title.