#ganth - Hello Poetry

She’s gelded you, boy That familiar cry Runs through your mind Insistently weaving in Tainting your mood always Souring your disposition So that you, even you Who is so patient Slams down a cup Losing your tolerance With him, your cousin And still she has broken you She has and she steals Pries away your men and women Breaking your hold Attacking your character All that you are Brier Iron-thorn, a name lost A name stolen by her And she has gelded you, boy But you, no longer so patient You wrote a note And now you wait Your raving barely contained I am not gelded, Father

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC

aondeug

Non-castration

She’s gelded you, boy That familiar cry Runs through your mind Insistently weaving in Tainting your mood always Souring your disposition So that you, even you Who is so patient Slams down a cup Losing your tolerance With him, your cousin And still she has broken you She has and she steals Pries away your men and women Breaking your hold Attacking your character All that you are Brier Iron-thorn, a name lost A name stolen by her And she has gelded you, boy But you, no longer so patient You wrote a note And now you wait Your raving barely contained I am not gelded, Father

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Blood boiling Heart pounding Burgeoning rage Only barely contained Hidden behind that door That door upon which Rests your hand Faltering, failing Open me, open me Shouts your mind Open me, open me Scream your hands Aching, burning Pained by a need To act, to bring about Self-destruction so near An end to anxiety Setting it all out To be overtaken A wave of hate rushing Over you, over all Dark, dark Full of hate A raving madman Who shouts even now Open it, open it And as you slink away Screams even now Coward, coward

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC

aondeug

Your Hands

Blood boiling Heart pounding Burgeoning rage Only barely contained Hidden behind that door That door upon which Rests your hand Faltering, failing Open me, open me Shouts your mind Open me, open me Scream your hands Aching, burning Pained by a need To act, to bring about Self-destruction so near An end to anxiety Setting it all out To be overtaken A wave of hate rushing Over you, over all Dark, dark Full of hate A raving madman Who shouts even now Open it, open it And as you slink away Screams even now Coward, coward

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What is strength? You’re not quite sure. Father taught it to be hardness, Unyielding fear and distrust, Screeching, scrabbling, striking out All love crushed before it spreads. She teaches it to be rebellion, Standing up in the face of all, Tearing down walls, breaking up bones A resounding no and a fierce affirmation. Experience taught it to be lacking, Lost and nowhere to be found In the possession of others With you always groping about. Where is strength? You’re not quite sure.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC

aondeug

Strengths

What is strength? You’re not quite sure. Father taught it to be hardness, Unyielding fear and distrust, Screeching, scrabbling, striking out All love crushed before it spreads. She teaches it to be rebellion, Standing up in the face of all, Tearing down walls, breaking up bones A resounding no and a fierce affirmation. Experience taught it to be lacking, Lost and nowhere to be found In the possession of others With you always groping about. Where is strength? You’re not quite sure.

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