carried me long enough that I could no longer strife and anger for myself. You carried all these sins and melancholy on your back, only letting me taste the silver spoon in my mouth. You taught me me to sit and behave, make no unappealing sounds, but mother, your daughter belonged to anger and strife for your mother, all her other children, and for you whose only words breath that of broken reassurance and empty pledges of safety. All but a solace chant against reeking tyranny. My ears grew accustomed to the cacophony of revolt in between your lullabies. The blood of the covenant assimilated with the water of the womb. So mother, I ask you to pony my hair now and forgive me. Your children will dot all thoroughfares and bellow 'no' for you. So you do not have to kneel to every friend, to ev’ry conqueror, stroke their *****, then cry yourself to sleep
I saw a weep- ing willow with dried tears— perhaps it learned to hold hands with its fears. I wonder if its roots are still tangled in self-pity, if it realizes what a waste it is to not notice its own beauty. I know its branches of hope will forever climb up the sky, for it is a strong warrior whose spirit will never, ever die.
In shaky hands she walks on Shadows flickering on the walls Dark figures stretch down tunnel halls Monsters come alive in the depths of estranged minds And deep down in her very soul There is a wild fire, burning strong Engulfing the curtains of darkness Where her fears hide behind.
C8H10N4O2 so softly calling Feel my energy level falling It faintly whispers my name (psss) But now I'm just stuck stalling (uh) I try but just can't break free (so) "How about some herbal tea?" (no) Your suggestion is appalling (ugh) But coffee? I'm always keen Need that daily hit of caffeine
Reworked previous poem into the shape of my beloved coffee mug