"embitterment" poems
My thoughts continue to flow on a roller coaster track. In my mind there is a feast of assumptions, of embitterment, of fear. I must not give in to your innocent enticement because now I am running out of words yet my crooked wishes are fighting a war against my new found cynicism.
You certainly are the dangerous kind.
I tried to put the pieces back together and it was never easy to sew back the buttons with an invisible thread. I have spent countless of hours, days and nights, burning bridges just to feel nothing and what have you done? If you are trying to destroy whatever amount of peace of mind was left in me then you have won.
You certainly are the dangerous kind.
You chant those words like a song trapped in your head - impatiently and persistently trying to make a way out through an orchestral whip of your tongue. You pulled me in only to throw me out.
A kindness that is cruelty in disguise,
Your indifference comes in forms of smiles.
You certainly are the dangerous kind.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
You've played marvelously.
You've been what I wanted.
You've maintained the perfect amount
of disconnection
of apathy
of nonchalance
and disinterest
And it has driven me mad.
I've been writing songs about you.
You've got me the perfect kind
of obsessed
of committed
of infected
and controlled
I mean, don't get me wrong:
My rhetoric gives the false impression
That I'm not enjoying this immensely.
It's been a long time since anyone moved like you.
I could accuse you of cheating
But only in embitterment
Only because I don't want to be drowned
In rules I don't remember.
There's something tragic here.
But it's the perfect kind
of adversity
of affliction
of infelicity
Of tragedy.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
with a hair tuck the atoms bent
to curl in a loop around her ear
compressed into a snaking stream
of custard comets, pouring down
her neck, over collar bones, passed
the ribcage made of gold limestone
holding grains of sparrows eggs turned
to sand, from ten thousand years ago
seeping into skin, grey fake tan of
statues, mountains, ocean beds alike
the ache in the pulse at her wrist from
the steady thrum injection of the worlds
squeezed, twisted, turned and churned
into a potion, a medicinal miracle, a fine
powder substance that grows at liquid's
touch.
dripping through her palms, fingertips
to create a stain upon the sugar paper
flesh of others, like a children's picture
turned tattoo in highlighted colour and
sound, drumming into ears, road works
on the way to the brain, cause a migraine
cells screeching to infiltrate all they touch
bred, genetically modified, embitterment
of the human race, a flawless system of
this, that, none other, its aim to destruct
befores and reconstruct them differently
against the wishes of the girl who calmly
indifferently, lazily, unknowingly, seductively
tucked that lock of hair behind her ear.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
the freakshow never ended
embitterment and disappointment that slowly
crept up my spinal cord
as the man in baggy pants shows his many modification—
Van Gogh-like, ethereal art of unconsciousness,
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
*there is a certain kind of loneliness at 3am--
a kind of sweet embitterment
fuelled by the mild discontentment
of moments passed.*
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
To err on the side of caution here is not to try at all
Fold, unfold and refold to stare at clipped wings
With the icy squalls and treacherous winds
Perhaps not to fly is a blessing after all
Tarry not, come whispers from lonesome depths
Subterfuge is no sin for a weary heart
To receive and not give and not come apart
Only the lucky and the naive dare take the plunge
Down the crimson stained ravines in which the fallen still lie fresh
Dashed on jagged edges of lovers' valleys steep
Embitterment on their tongues as the rocks on jellied flesh
Plagued with numbness by day and nightmares in sleep
Lock, unlock and relock this sepulchre of emotion then
Let me out of here and perish with these thoughts
Tread forbidden paths all over their souls
They crisscross like passions and tangle in knots
Unscathed forevermore, immortal be the insouciant
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
A sharp pang
A silent ring
Drifting from the corners of my most precious
Repression
Darting through my body in a lingering scent
That turned my heart to lead
And yanked it to the pitfalls
The brick wall of
You
And the peripheral edges I kept
Side eyes and swept
To try to reconjure the pain
Instead of your name
A free radical in my brain
Slamming my skull in remorse and disdain
******** retrospective idealism”
I took to my fate
Satisfied the craving
In simplicity
Typically
Unbeknownst to me
And instead of refuge
I Found beaded lights in complex plight
Forced to see the stream of me
Where I usually go to break free
From you and me, an unrealistic dream
And now my solace is littered with us
I spent too long on those words
That were gathering dust
Under lock and key in my healing cortex
Cerebral disfunction in seven letter text
Over and over and over I read
Instead of release the destruction increased and I began to bleed, barriers broke with ease
A flood of contrition, prohibited paths
Thinking in numbers, extirpate my crass
Denial that I cared that you clipped your nails
No talons to scratch me, pleasure to veil
Wait til I’m gone to ease that small pain
Convert to embitterment
To not admit that I miss your name
In similar, small, ignite on my screen
I never wanted mean
And never wanted to leave
And I sat in silence
Re read and re fed
Vitality with your words
And Pretended you still meant
Them
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC