"feeli" poems
altho
ugh i push y
ou away, yo
u have alw
ays see
med to kno
w that
the truth of the m
atter is, i will alwa
ys need you more
and yet
poets are flagra
nt wastes of space
hem
ming the edge
s of this society
confining it
with hed
onistic needs and wants
and all t
he ridiculous feeli
ngs assoc
iated with the fu
cked system of
emot
ional intelligence
emascu
lating the blac
k and wh
ite i des
ire of
Alas, Alas
I seem to have drowned myself into Kool-Aid.
"Poets are shameless with their experiences; they exploit them" said Nietzsche once.
I wonder how you are today.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
Optimal2
"Are you 'Doc'?"
His eyes scanned me.
He seemed curious, if anything.
"I am. How are you feeli-"
"Whe's my bat?"
It became clear he had no interest in others.
It also became excruciatingly clear that I, to him, was a higher being of some sort.
A person who was probably in charge.
"Your weapon has been confis-"
"Ih's not a weapon."
The interruption shocked me for a fraction of a second;
his eyes focused and angry, staring into me.
I was glad his bat was nowhere near him.
"I don't expect you to understand;
you are after all, just a child.
But people are dead. Their families are suffering.
People are suffering the consequences of your decision.
How does that make you fee-?"
"I hate you. I want my bat. Give me my bat."
The boy is angry. He is holding back, and I feel it in my bones.
I feel I should leave, but I never was one to trust my instincts.
I never felt I had any to begin with.
"Your weapon has been confisc-"
"IHS NOT A WEAPON! GIVE ME MY BAT!!
GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE ME MY BAT!!!"
Okay. This is a tantrum. Should I call lieutenant?
I should be able to handle this. I was good enough to get this job, right?
I studied for this. I understand humans.
"GIVE ME MY BAT!! BAT!! GIVE IT TO MEE!!!"
He's kicking and barely in his chair anymore.
..Maybe a sedative would be necessary now?
No, he's not causing anyone harm though, right?
I mean I think so. And it's not like he-
"GIVE ME MY BAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!"
Okay.
Okay.
"MNAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
**** ****
I can't do this. I don't understand anyone. I have no emotions.
My opinions are derived from books I was told to study. I'm a miserable robot.
I can't do my job. I can't understand a simple child. Why do I even think this way?
**** **** **** ****
"Take a break, Doctor. We still have a few days 'till he can be set free."
The interruption distracted me from my misery.
I just stood there as two men took away the screaming child.
One of them looked at me with a disappointed twist of his neck, as if to say
'Damn doc, you ****** up.' "
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
The time moved on quicker than expected
That thing between you and I soon became neglected,
The constant hope and yet constant pain
The nonsensical rules of the game
And would it have been worth while?
Sometimes I think back and remember
That party we both attended in the November
Before you left and I was more confused
The confusion that left me so very bemused
Would it have been worth while?
To tell you then how much it did mean
For you to want me or for it to seem
As if you did.
When I saw that picture of the two of you
That’s when I realised, that’s when I knew
Things had moved on for you but not for me
I needed to change and finally see
But would it have been worth while
To not have deleted you from my life
But kept you up to date with the struggles and strife
I felt at that time.
When that seven months passed and you returned
Those feeli ngs that had begun to disperse
Also began to return and eventually burn
That hideous notion of unrequited lust
Having to see you and hide this just
So as not to make a fool of myself
Would it have been worthwhile, though?
To tell you how much I needed that smile
Of yours in my life every day.
And after these three long years
Feelings of loss, desperation and many tears
For you to tell me that you finally feel that way
Was not actually as incredible or as ama-
Zing as I hoped it would be, but in fact
Made me see
And now I know and can finally smile
Realising that no – it Would not have been worth while.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
The head rush I get
Get ready, get set
The fluster in my brain
get ready, get set, go insane
the beautiful smile on that beautiful face
get ready, get set, let my heart race
the tremble in my body
get ready, get set, this has gotta be
The shakes I get
Get ready get set
The thing I feelI now its real
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC