#confrontations
Twice told
I was to die
By violent hand of races
Not my own,
I ran from one,
Laughed at the other.
The Makah nation
Squeezed upon a dry reservation
Saw blood spill
And bone break of
Drunken mishap and malice.
Chill was my blood
Of random midnight calls
And the deep drunk whisper
I will **** you,
A rant
I will **** you,
I knew true one day,
One day.
And so I fled.
Two extra decades in my bones,
Out the door of the V.I. tavern
Lookout on the world.
Swerves young black
Sideways cross the crosswalk
Slams me silly.
I turn and step and push
Him into a snarled threat:
I’ll get my gun and **** you.
I spit laughter in his face.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
When will you start showing me respect?
Sick of being put down
How can I feel welcome in a place
Where it is clear I'm not wanted around?
A moment of peace all I want
Chaos surrounds every day
You are center of it all
The aggressive words you say
Families supposed to show love
You just show level of disgust
Unhappy with my behavior
Incapable of giving trust
What can I achieve to make you proud?
Each time I try I fail
Impossible getting back on track
In fact fear we will derail
You complain about the state of things
Nothing I do ever appears to be right
When I sit still and do nothing at all
That becomes one more reason to fight
Your insecurities projected on us
You are too stubborn to see
Picking apart my character
Convinced the problem is me
But if fault is really mine
Why am I not the only one?
Friction found in every conversation
Battles never done
I try making you understand
I'm not strong enough to break through
In these confrontations
Common denominator is you
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 11:34 AM UTC
I don’t crave revenge and grudges,
my soul doesn’t feed on anger,
it feeds on confrontations as
it only craves the truth.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
What is so bad about reality, conversations and confrontations?
Why can't you ever seem to mix these together?
How am I supposed to know what is so good about us,
if I can't even find the truth, the words and your heart?
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
you’re out here
making me look
foolish.
denying what the truth is,
like you really didn’t do it.
like i’m some petty *****
who just couldn’t move on
through it.
like i’m the one who was
doing the other wrong,
when it was you who was
constantly leading me on…
you’re acting as if you weren’t
swiping through tinder
all night long…
like i never saw the messages
before you moved your arm.
as if i had no reason to leave
you on read…all semester long.
but if you need me to list them
i’ll give you an abundance of ‘em:
i had left before you had
discussed your views of
me with your homies,
who had uncontrollable *** tendencies.
before you began to imagine
all those matches on their knees
praying for your drunk sanity.
before you decided to tap
two days before you suddenly
saw it heading downwardly.
and all those nights where
you thought you had me oblivious
to all that you had attempted
to conceal. and even before
your little homies stated:
c’mon dude its college
forget how she feels…
but boy please, i knew it all…
and i had left long before
our kisses and your bed
grew cold.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC