"gaurd" poems
freshman year
Happy, scared, young, full, and ready for whatever it is thats about to hit you.
You loose your bestfriend, and your virginity.
You gain a new clique, and a body count.
sophomore year
your freshman expertise kick in and you think youve got the feel for the highschool life.
You fail chemistry, and go to your first party.
*you are now a ****
You think youre cooler than your ex
bestfriend because you have ten bucks saying that shes never had a boy see her underwear or that shes never been as drunk at you.
junior year
You spent your summer in therapy, in
and out of mental hospitals because your eating disorder became deadly, and all of the friends you partied with cut you off because your newest bestfriend convinced you to sleep with one of their exs.
You come back to school as dead as
you have ever been and you spend every lunch period in the art room painting your sorrows away and you spend every night at home doing the same only this time your wrist becomes the canvas.
seinor year
Your down to one medication a day now and you have commited social suicide all summer by staying in to gaurd yourself from turning to drugs and alcohol again to hide the pain. Graduation is arround the corner and you realize you could finally be happy once this is all over.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
I ponder the question
Of why might he
Be trying to gain my friendship
Nothing in this world is free
I accept and I thank
Though I keep up my gaurd
I accept and I thank
Though not fooled by their charm
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
A part of you i saw
A part i think you've never seen
It was beautiful and serene
Why do you hide it
Put on a brave face
A hard closed facade
I've seen your heart
The love you have hidden
Behind your coarse surface
Set your heart free
I promise its safe
I'll gaurd its gate
Set your heart free
Let your truth grow
let our love flourish
Allow me to love you
...
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
You've gone slack
You stare in your compact
Putting lipstick on
You feel you've won
On the run
When he wakes up alone
He's gonna call you on the phone
He's gonna get the busy tone
Cause youre tryin to talk down your middleman
On the high and heavy price
You say you feel hungry
But that's your nerves running
With your arm out the window
The radio waves come to stay
In the antenna of your brain
Daughter of a prison gaurd
Trying to act hard
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
I'll undress myself, undress all my coats,
undress all my fears, strip to my sheer.
I'll show you but will you want to see ?
what will your thoughts be to my naked, unadorned alive,
will you look around or will you hold your gaze,
as layer by layer i unfold myself,
strip myself down to my bare, undrunk skin,
will you still call me poetry as i take you on a tour of my anatomy,
will you explore all my fissures or stay gauging at the first shortfall,
will you understand the traces of my wounds,
the wounds not from battlefields but from gentle smudges of
unfinished love,
each covered with bandage, not healing just concealing,
trying to stop the pain from bleeding, covering my corpse in aches,
and so i keep my gaurd up, no strolling on passion boulevards,
for torment and agony were never printed on invitation cards,
but when the time comes and you compel me to,
i'll let my inner demons out for you,
and as i strip down to my sheer,
i wonder, will you peer or look away,
will your thoughts run astray,
will you love the bone and flesh just as much as,
you loved the carapace.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
Ashton,
Oh Ashton,
You make even the darkest parts of me smile.
Even though you will never notice me,
you make it worth the while.
Ashton,
Oh Ashton,
Pound those drums Hard,
Sing,
Sing your heart out,
dont worry,
ill keep gaurd.
Ashton,
Oh Ashton,
I wish you good Luck,
I watch you at the bottom,
Now you've made your way to the top.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
When I look into
Your beautiful eyes,
I always find
That your my prize.
When I hear your
Soft but charming laugh,
Its almost tears
My heart in half.
The way you smile
Makes any man stare,
But I'll be the one
Who'll always be there
Every part of you is perfect
From your head to you toe,
Given all that its worth
That much you should know.
We fell apart
But that can't be our fate,
You were destine to be
My true soul-mate.
There's only one thing
I need you to know,
I love you Maggie
I won't let go.
Until our lives
Must draw to an end,
I'll stand by your side
On gaurd to defend.
For every part of me
Loves all of you,
There's nothing anyone
Could say or do.
Because when I say
'Hey, Guess What?'
I know you reply
With a quick 'Chicken Butt!'
So here we sit
Together at last
We left our problems
Fade with the past
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
I think that a Bar-B-Q is an extension of a guys manliness.
Or manhood.
Now before all of you start disagreeing with me,
listen to this blondes logic.
When a man goes to purchase a grill
There are many factors a man has to take into consideration.
And they are, in this order, as follow:
1. Propane vs. Charcoal and Charcoal Fluid
2. The size of the grill
3. Rotisserie?
4. Accessories
5. Bar-B-Q covers
Let us take each consideration in turn.
Propane vs. Charcoal and Charcoal Fluid.
Propane men:
Some men want instant gratification. Twist a **** or two, push a button here and instant heat. Give it a few minutes to build to the right temperature and BAM! In with the meat. Once done, turn a **** or two and walk away. No muss. No fuss.
Charcoal men:
Other men are more inclined to take their time. savor the experience. They enjoy watching the flames build and turn into a glowing bed of meat searing heat. When everything is just right, they gently place the meat. They stand gaurd over it. Tending to it. Every once in a while poking it to test if it's ready. These same men will sometimes sit snuggled around the glowing embers afterwards. Watching the heat fade and cool. Then they will ask their woman they had served "How'd you like your steak babe?"
Charcoal Fluid And Men:
Some men should never be allowed near a Bar-B-Q that requires something to stimulate the flames. It always ends in disaster and or injury.
Size Of The Bar-B-Q:
O.K. Now this is a touchy subject for most men. It has been known to cause envy, jealousy and has broken up a marriage or two. Men think bigger is better.
When buying a Bar-B-Q , a man thinks about; cooking area, the possible need for side burners, portability, and the all important factor of presentation. That's right. How will it look to the neighbors and guests? Will they be properly impressed with it? Also, can it handle the extra meat when company comes over? Heaven forbid it should let him down and make him look foolish.
Rotisserie:
This is an important decision. Does having your meat spin make it better? I think that this is more of an individual decision.
Accessories:
Now we have reached a critical point. How to accessorize. Of course, every man needs the right equipment to ensure success. And all of the tools need to have a long reach and be durable.
Tongs, fork, knife, spatula, basting brush.
Some men even splurge and go for a flavor injector. Now that's a man who cares about his meat.
Bar-B-Q Cover:
Finally we reach the last consideration a man has to make. To cover or not to cover?
Men! Always, with out fail, should cover. It is for their own protection. And it shows you care.
Thank you.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 10:50 AM UTC
Church of InsanityA melody as old as life as dead as time, plays threw these blood staind walls of this old church of insanity.This church still alive with the ones slain watching me.Walking down the ile, making my way to the alter and crouching prayers of self preservation and of strength to think of myself and gaurd only myself...As my desires bigger then my heart I know I am only as big as my heart wills it and only as good as what I see in myself not what others see of me..ac/12/11/97
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
The sweet fresh breeze, and the howls of my distant brothers
I can feel their anxiety
Enemy is near
These halls frosted and tainted are unsafe
Instinct drives me from this scene
I cannot let my gaurd down
I must be aware
But the abandoned halls echo my every breath
My heartbeat slows
Everything slows
I can feel their presence they're here
But where is unknown
Lightening my steps
In the next sudden moment i am attacked
Knocked to the ground
A roar bubbles up from deep in my throat
I slash out with a firce scream of dominance
Blood spilled
A slash across my face
But i will live a life knowing
I had won
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
Words spoken aloud doesn't constitute voice
Can't force that it's heard, to listens a choice
Whether screamed or whispered no volumes needed to hear
Simply amplifying each word won't obligate one to care
Voices carry a message words alone are too weak
Theres talking out loud then theres chosing to speak
Having something to offer must be desired
For one to deserve the attention required
Is it done to inspire or to satisfy pride
To speak or to listen all arefree to decide
Having freedom is great theres no better way
But it should only be practiced by those with somthing to say
Voices are vehicles with missions at hand
To expand some knowledge over the promise land
Driving this vehicle comes at a cost
To continue the journey no matter whats lost
Our greatest defense, never let down your gaurd
Sorting message & noise can prove to be hard
A message is only such as long as it remains the same
The rules still apply no matter the game
Since noise has its rights theres no option without it
So take all you hear with a reason to doubt it
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
ok
the minute it takes..
to trace the call,
to ducktape the suspects ******* face,
is the same minute a family home explodes in a cross section cutscene like 24.
more prisoners escape,
****** pretty, but they're spies.
suckers got forks stuck in their eyes.
the trucker died, his hat now a subtle disguise.
soft talk and the novice gaurd complied.
I told the brass this whole ******* place needed modernised.
shot gun cabinets unlatched,
the last batch of canteen fat contained celephaned grendades.
outside it rains and mud slides thick as the chase vehicles flip onto their sides.
the helicopter follows a costumed imposter through the shadows of a suburban night.
people thrown out the way on the street like extras in a detective series.
"Freeze: get on your ******* knees"
"Ive got nothing to lose, ive got the the ******* hostage and im offering a trade off
don't ******* shoot,
or ill put a hole in this ***** bigger than you can fix pig, twitching at the trigger,listen quick
take a step back or ill do it, push me piece of **** cop".
blood on the concrete runs thin as it navigates and mixes with no forgiveness or mission.
track back until the dead are insect sized, centred in the wide shot of the city, wait a beat then credits rise.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
Dear Mr first name only somethings ya do dont really
make sense.
But even a drunk like me has to say it's enough.
Cause my drunk *** cant even stand let alone strattle a fence.
Points was the first straw my invisable friend.
To make ten comments for a point.
Well i got far better things to do with my weekend.
And one night as from the bar i did crawl.
Thought i was just drunk off my ***
But dam if ya didnt take down the wall.
But it's okay cause if ya wanna be on the list
you can always buy a place.
Ya know your dealing with poets right?
Hey some kid just took his parents credit card
and stole my place.
Mr Elliot should i stay silent in fear.
It's hard to shut a good drunk up.
Was it you that put that horse head in my bed
and drank all my beer?
And while certin people gave us the name
they gave my foggy mind a idea to.
If ya keep us going at each other then
that keeps us fom going after you.
Mr Elliot please dont read this and
make me dissapear.
For I'll take refuge in my pub.
hide behind the women and gaurd the rear.
Yes im the ressident ******** and clown.
The bartender to the masses.
Who preaches drink up and get down.
If it aint broke Mr Elliot lets **** with it till it is.
Let me hand ya a beer.
Shake it up good and watch it fizz.
Hello I hope this isnt goodbye.
Cause it just aint much fun without Gonzo.
Im a drunk a *** a nut a pervert and a pretty nice guy.
Dear Mr Elliot sending me away wasnt very nice.
When i think vacation I think sun and sand.
Not the north pole hey were the ***** santa?
Well least for my drinks i got pleanty of ice.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
you give me these rules to follow what do you Want me to write,
it says write about what I fell of pain,
darkness,
Sadness using words that I've Never Uttered or said..
When you say write what you feel thats what I've been doing wrather you give me an
F or an A for these assignments,
These are the ways that I feel.
You want me to write something Sad:
catch me on a Sad Day,
You want me to write something Dark:
Catch me on a Dark Day,
Want me to Write something Hateful:
Catch me on a Hateful Day,
want me to write something Sweet:
Catch me on a Sweet Day,
To write something Freaky:
Catch me on a Freaky day,
To write something Deathly Insane:
Well this one I just learned you gotta Catch me with a Question or a Simple Title
Havin me think of dark and Death Days
that Drag out into intense bleeding
and fulfilling
Abandonment issues toward myself;
A deep dark wreckless,
Careless secret toward myself,
thinking and contemplating What if I was to bring the Darkness to a full salute would I be me,
Would I be a Murderer,
Would I be an Assasin for Hire,
what would my life be like if I were to do that but alas I dont wanna find out that is why I stay me cause
I believe if I bring that darkness to a
full salute my Life as I know it will turn
Chaotic with no amount of Greatness
but for death and decay,
The Hatred to my Love,
The Death to my Life,
the Wrong to my Right,
The Loneliness to the Togetherness,
The Yang to my Yin,
The Sadness to my Happiness.
So I guess in writing Do I get it now?
Do I let this other side out for a full day not gaining any amount of light to that day...
My Beast to my Gentalmen,
My Ingnorance to my Intellagence,
My Negative to my Possitive,
My Villian to my Hero,
My Rags to my Riches,
My Shade to my Shine,
My Impure to my Pure,
My Jekyl to my Hyde,
My Insane to my Sane,
My Padded Dark Room to my Clean Sunshine in place of Life,
So did I do it?
Have I uttered what has been dorment inside me for the Longest?
Maybe my Fist to my Mouth,
Maybe my False to my True,
My Body too my Brains,
My Unresraints to my Discipline,
Silence to my Spoken,
****** to my Protect,
What do I do,
Just for one day.
My Slave to my Free Man,
What do I do?
My Loose tongue to Knowing when to shut-up
Wha do you want me to say?
My Riot to my Gaurd,
How should I act?
My Without to my With You,
Would you stay?
My Demise to my Negotiation to Live,
How should I feel?
My Killer to my Protector
What should I do?
My Worst to my Great,
How should I stand?
All these Questions within myself for myself....
If Only for a Day I should go crazy,
Would you stay?
If only for a Day iI Lose Control would you still Love me ?
Chris I need to Know what do you want me to do,
to say,
to be,
to act,
to believe?
Im talking to you,
What would you have me do?
Chris What shall we do its up to you now,
its always been.
As to my Beautifull Empress,
Our Babies,
and Our Unborns
Supports Me and keeps me Sane and Intensly
In Love with Her in all the Glory that is Life...
I LOVE YOU
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
For:
A person once noticed in a crowd.
A confident young girl with the world at her feet.
A dreamer who believed she could save the world.
The free spirit who followed wherever the wind blew her.
The singer, who may not remember every note.
The rockstar in the bathroom mirror.
The lover of language.
The bleeding heart of a humanitarian.
The nieve teenager.
The believer of promises.
The innocense lost.
The future journalist.
The wife who never had a husband.
The vain reflextion in every shinning surface.
The painter of worlds.
The doodler of notes.
The princess of the apple trees
The tomboy covered in lace.
The brave captive of twisted words.
The enlightened empress
The solitude of a silent sister that brought peace.
The queen of correct
The fighter of the feable minded
The deep thinker lost in her darkness
The mother of happiness
The old soul trapped in this body
The sensative spirit that feels more than the eye can see.
The sleepless gaurd of our home.
The hostess of friendship
For all is me
For all you will see
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Sanctuary,
Take me from these wintry prisons
That captive, I am, through misery’s fangs
Be still, defiant, no more to me
my course heart beats, so guiltily
Harsh words I spoke, regret, I fold
Your care, I trust, to gaurd me safe
Humility bars me, I fall so low
I’m sorry..
I’m sorry…
Defeat, I pulse, my blood runs warm
In relief, my spirits, content to you
Vulnerability guides me to your arms
Sanctuary, take me away to your heart
Hold me not to my flaws
Forgive me, my love, I plea…
I’m sorry…
I’m sorry..
———————————————————
Sanctuary,
Such solitude, you rescued me
My love, I gave compassionately
Yet now I find I’ve lost the sight
No sanctuary, are you, this night
In light, I guard my heart from you
This pain I suffer, I hold anew
With filth and bile, my body tense
Struck upon your cheek, my harsh caress
Alone I sit, to ponder such strength of love
Such confound deeds you treason for
I surrender myself to a subconscious alcove
Understand me, I have strength none more
I have forgiven
I can’t forget
Sanctuary,
Apologize, your actions speak
Arrogance,your sin, you live vanity
A lust you craved, such a tempting taste
The distinctive man now gone to waste
Bountiful bosoms, and laughter equips
All of my once pleasure and happiness
Selfish desires, contrite you now seem
Was my heartbreak worth your wanton need?
I’m vulnerable, you seem so strong
I live imprisoned within your arms
I take you back, my weakness of love
You rapture my heart, your mistakes undone
I have now forgiven
I can’t forget
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC
Hello wats your name?!?”
It all started with a greeting
She was fine so when she answered it felt like an acheivement.
She seemed so innocent he didn’t kno she was so strategic
That same innocence in her face made him believe it.
Time passed and they got cooler. Not later but sooner she started to manuever
She was an assassin
Her weapon was passion
She used it so flawless
Somethin she caught him off gaurd with
She was a professional bent on teachin him a lesson bro
And he was susceptible to all of the pressure though
See at first he was strong wit it, he couldn’t go wrong wit it.
She knew he was gonna diminish when he realize he was targeted.
He was blunt. Said he dont trust girls cuz he cant throw them that far
But a couple sweet nothings made him lower his guard.
Defenses down he began to believe the things she had to say
He stopped his wrongdoings and crazy acolades
He done heard alot of lies too
Cant tell if her words are true or not
She tell him she been thru alot but **** he been thru alot
It was all to perfect, thought to himself is it worth it, cuz life is worthless if you not working towards perfect.
He thought he was the predator but he was her pray
So he settled in but she wanted it that way
She caught that boy slippin and he fiinally learned his lesson
Left the **** in him dead a pool full of love.the ****** weapon affection.
See fellas if you let a girl **** that **** in you
That ***** you feel is invincible
Just know that same girl you called a ***** or a *** had it planned it was all premeditated ******
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC
The fear of the serpent was and is a mighty man
Always in thought, Doing all that he can
His life forever, His spirit shall not be trounced
His name preceeds him, No need to be announced
His enemies consider him the bane of existence
But for his crew and his love he will always go the distance
In battle he only knows persistence
When attacked in dire straights,he shows full resistance
His ship his steed, a symbol of death to evil
strikes fear into his foes, they know he will go medieval
From slaying the mighty kraken in the ocean blue
Its beak a good luck charm and its eyes a stew
With spear in hand he ran its heart through
His aim is unmatched, his throw always true
To the trodden a hero, to the masses a god
His methods unorthodox and to some maybe odd
But to catch his oppoenents of gaurd is his tactic
Always surprising, his will is galactic
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 9:44 PM UTC
**** your here again.
you're to weak for here.
you just follow, you never listen.
since you're here, you have to stay near.
babe, listen get behind me.
they are coming.
run away, don't let the demons see.
make sure, you keep humming.
run run away.
please never return.
ever especially today.
for if you do your soul will burn.
i look at the demon.
its eyes so dark.
its harsh howl.
its tainted mark.
i shudder at its growl
it swings its arm.
its razor claws.
cut me, causes me harm.
its strong and fast,but it still has its flaws.
the demon smells my blood.
it sniffs at the air.
thoughts in its head begin to flood.
i silently draw my blade, with the evermost care.
it moves again.
its gaurd falls.
as it moves in.
i think for a second, as if time stalls.
in an instant its there.
i point, my blade leads.
it wraps a lock tight snare.
i feel the warmth as it bleeds.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
I was always one for subtelty
but this was almost too easy
Click went the locking mechanism
Shattering the lock
Almost too easy
As behind me it silently shuts
Follow your scent
Through the sterile halls
A pin drop
Security gaurd Mag light
Down a quiet dark corridor
I cover my mouth with my hand
To cover the laughter as i hide
Almost too easy
I FIND IT
The door opens
This is almost surreal
I feal the cold
My breath is a cloud
So quickly in and out
Stiffling laughter
My wide begging eyes
Jessica
I shake with anticipation
The cold habdle beneath my skin
The bag
The frost
Unzip
white flesh
red hair
blue lips
purple veins
i am at a loss
for words
as i stand above you frozen
Still with you
I will die here
warmth on your translucent skin
was it my finger
Or that of another
that traced the outline of your black lips
or the frozen glaciers of your hip bones
Suddenly a light behind me
The gaurd screams stop
I laugh hysterically
i can no longer hold in my euphoria
No one will take you from me again
not even the stone hands of your step-father
i scream wide eyed
With resolution
and speed that surpised even me
My fingers curl about the handle of a scalpel
Left so carelessly out on the counter
By the morticians assistant
on his first day
a bullet rips me through my shoulder
but i fear no pain
i am no coward for you
no fear as i close in beneath the white flourescnent lights
No one will seperate us again
the warmth of the spray
black puddle against the tile so white
Your eyelids flutter
as i watch my final breath condense befoere my eyes
A cloud
my final breath
I fall asleep at your side
Eternal
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
Better watch watcha do around the lab.
Dont let your hunch backed assistant play with chemicals.
Get your head out the coffin and your mother and law
off the slab.
For strange brew.
Can re animate old fiends.
And really mess with you.
One two three four.
You blink and from the grave rises more.
Yes your new discovery wont get your fellow mad
scientest clappin.
they just eat my neighbors oh well you reply.
Zombies happen.
They called out the national gaurd seems ive created a mess.
People screaming what shall we do?
well run would be a good guess.
His worm filled mouth is open and i dont think
mr zombie wants a kiss.
people sreaming and running in terror shopping at
walmart has never been like this.
Uncle Walter after only seventy years its wonderful
thoose skeletal toes a tappin.
It's become wide spread so I must say.
My bad ya'll but zombies happen.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 10:32 AM UTC
I will Stay guarded until they Prove it.
This is truth with a Consequence rather you can Live with it or not The concequence is Lonliness... No More Pain, as Long as You have your gaurd up You will always see through The Fraude but let yourself be aware of who is fraud and who is not. If the type of Love most people think is Love wares you down, Than When you know or Feel with a Passion that the True Love has entered your presence/Heart how do you not Let your Pains of the past not dictate your over all descision to be truly happy and truly in Love "If The Feelings we Have for TRUE Love really exist anymore?"
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC
You my friend for you I fear your ship is sinking and land is nowhere near
Your ship is old and rather worn the air blows through, for your sails are torn
I hope you know where for repairs to seek for your chances of living are looking quite bleak
The water is deep up to your knee
The repairs cost a lot, a pretty hefty fee
But now I will explain to you, your crew you should know them they're all but new
This man is Eager he steers your boat
That's why for so long you were afloat
He steers in the way where his eyes seize And thats why for you sailing was a breeze
This man is Lie and this man is Hate
they both happen to guard the gate
In case you were wondering its the gate to your heart and they make sure to gaurd every last part
But also you know this is gate number two this gate gaurds Truth, he's locked up too
Every once in a while you let Truth out
But when you do he begins to shout
He shouts at your crew and all the evil they brew
This man is ******* he orders your crew
That's why there's nothing for you to do
This man is Self-Love he loves you most
That's why your crew does little but boast
You are in despair no hope for tomorrow
That's why your best friend is Sorrow
This man is Lust and this man is Fake
They both choose for what leaves to rake
They rake leaves or anger sadness and sorrow that's why for joy you must pay or borrow
The ocean is open few clouds in the sky
And yet to you I must wave good bye
A good bye forever for you have no hope
Your stuck going down, down the sadness slope
But look what's that, a man in the sky
With angles around praising Lord most high
Meet your Savior He's riding a cloud
Music praises Him with trumpets aloud
This man comes down whipes away your tears You've been away a great many years
He clears your ship gives you a new crew
He makes it so you're no longer blue
He knows what is right.
So He clothes you in white.
He shows He has strength to overthrow sin. You sit there and wonder "what is this might?"
This strength comes from God who rules over all. He'll make sure into sin you don't fall.
So now with
Christ by your side
You walk stride by stride
Have faith in all this and remember His love,
remember in Heavan His presence above.
But above all remember this
Your greeted with a kiss
And not just by those who passed before
but also by Christ and angels
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Time is an abstract.
These days I often have trouble remembering things.
I am writing to remember a significant chunk of my life. You.
Two years ago, you told me that I’d end up a deeply unhappy person, if I was,
who I was.
Two years ago, today I know that, I didn’t know what I was wearing.
I wore depression.
I wore an amour of sadness that I called “my guard”,
which I deliberately kept up.
My guard that was embroidered with the finest class of anxiety.
You hated it.
Two years ago, you were swimming in my sea,
while I couldn’t even dip my toe into your lake,
because of “my guard”.
Perhaps that’s why I had to hear it repeatedly.
“You’re going to end up a deeply unhappy person, if you are, who you are.”
I’d tell you that’s the reason why you fell in love with me in the first place.
Because, I, was your challenge.
Today, I remember that I am going to be a deeply unhappy person if was, who I was.
Today, I am giving you answers you always craved.
You tell me that I am playing a blame game, and that’s okay.
You see, two years later, I still have “my guard”.
I am happy, unhappy.
But, I am not going to let a passing fit become who I am.
Perhaps, I am slower than the pace you needed me to be at.
One day, I will catch up,
and you will be sorry.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
disregard me as a human being
young and foolish
young and full of ****
disregard me of my gaurd
i am but a shard
come loose from your womb
i am no longer inside your sacred tomb
your pride has kept you on your stage
while i strive to live on minimum wage
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC