26/US A documentation of my last 3 years interspersed with new poems.
I have experimented (and am still) with different writing styles, and at times I can be a bit a bit ham-fisted with my words:
But they will always be honest words. 14 followers / 1.0k words
And as I stood Clothed in my shame The monster I'd created Was me Was mine And The most difficult part Was turning to the mirror Looking into my eyes And realizing There was no Jekyll There was no Hyde There was just me
There are so many things I would change/cannibalize from this poem (and I will eventually), but this is the first poem I have recorded that I wrote about the refusal of the Jekyll/Hyde stereotype.
-------"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it."--------
Time is holding out on me Promising solutions to old conflicts Granting a reprieve to pain A contract on her terms And me, equine-like Forever chasing the assurance That one day I'll wake up And not have this serpent 'round my heart But for now It remains a hair's breadth out of reach
I use my shaded 3rd and 4th eyes To hide indifference And at times I feel a post-dentist numbness Across the expanse of my mind And it begins to seep Leak Sneak Into the marrow and tendons of my being Hey. Ask me later if I give a sh*t
Except when I say I don't give a sh*t, I usually do.