"bunted" poems
Never before have I felt this way
Never before have I been afraid of what I have to say
Unstable and easy to sway
I was always the huntress now I'm the prey
Falling asleep to tears at the end of the day
I have never felt unwanted
Used to flying now I'm stunted
Always accepted and now shunted
Only temporarily hunted
Then tossed aside and bunted
Swallowed by the fear
Feeling alone without you near
It's a sour wine the final tear
Standing at the end of the line holding up the rear
Watching her win with her evil leer
Struggling to get to the top
So full of goodness and ready to pop
You have no idea what you let drop
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
I kiss the rain and recall thy blame, of the one I cannot name who is in pain and is insane.
Allow me not to sour over you no more or linger in vain, as I cannot account for what you’ve done it was painfully disdain.
So far away I leap from you,
I let go and I grow.
Cower was your power over me, bunted by your insufficient explanation of your aleck that kept me caged, carped and frugal.
With your haste I bare you not our child but that of a black blade that I craned, and I killed. I killed you.
You scraped me of my honor and took away my aim to stay high and live a life.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC