"maliciousness" poems
Back when I was nine
When I don't know what are beyond the line
Where everything was "just" a touch
Even when she did it at night in couch
When I turned twelve
They said dress according to yourselves
I wear a skirt that I feel
Every eyes are wanting me to peel
I remember a horrible day of fifteen
I wear shirt and pants of green
A cold sweat flush
A strange man grab my ***
I thought eighteen will be fine
Maliciousness will decline
Until someone asked
Join them in bed, I feel aghast
Now I'm twenty-one
Fear lived, doesn't gone
Every looked has a meaning
A memoir of harassing
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Trembles commence beneath the exterior
An eruption blacker than a hollow wails superior
All light alienates,
Obscured by manifested immorality
Only spared by vast vitality
Virtuousness defended,
Intended to liberate slaved maliciousness
Autonomy of the anima was the consequence
A union through yielded yin and panged yang existence
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
Anachronous monogamy
Schwarzenegger gets to the choppa
Invisible maliciousness awaits to those who
Explore the jungles, Danny Trejo just wants help
Crisis in the management takes two eggs to heal it
Two eggs, two dregs, two more lines to make it through
The day. **** like howitzers, snake in my trousers, wearing overalls
Doesn’t make me gay. Pig farmers, snake charmers, **** undercover, pigs
Make the best companions. Dead of night, chill or fright, I’m here so talk to me.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
In case my Letter had not been read Clear
That for these Fourteen-Lined Girls I retweet
Was never to demean you; Nor pout Fear
But hope to contribute your Youthful Beat
Killing this Concept of Bleeding Bat's Tongue
Which asks nothing more but Maliciousness
The Fabled Book, not just its Cover hung
But Pages worded with the Prawn's Intent
You pound the Hammer; My Thoughts stick my Claim
Which only Un-Conditioned Fortune lies
To Jolly remove your Third Condition's pain
And bring that Heart back to you in Disguise.
You are Raised well, with Thought and Prayers bear
To Live in Great Response; And be Aware.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
born of blood
from a thorn
of a beautiful flower
from the love
of the horned
adorned
in power
cowering
in the vicious
maliciousness
of the constituents
in the deliverance
to my ridiculousness
saw
twisted shapes
and contorting faces
heard
blurred words
displaced
in hateful slurs
of aggression
and i cannot count the cases
in my tasteless confessions
in my reluctant concessions
in my brutal perfection
of my obsessions
imposed against my will
you're supposed to feel
what they do
right?
opposed to killing
for the thrill
but it sometimes
just feels right
shanky gone unscrupulous
shivering
his shimmied
blood on the walls
stuttering stanleys
still silly stringing
calling for candy
but missed last call
and fell to the floor
as Bruno butchered the boar
in a deplorable fashion
a crime of passion
we were hungry
rubbing our tummies
for the honey
of bee hives
jive turkeys
turning to bunnys
for good times
but we were alive
while others were not
fraught with darkling majesty
sparkling at the seraded points
disjointed
in Freudian
ointments
self anointed
as god
standing over
some butchered
brod from abroad
wiping the fog
of dislodged
eye sockets
from my grog
how you get
from there to here
isn't really a fair mirror
on my intention
i meant to
suspend her
just enough
to face f--k
and with luck
strangle her
but she prayed to be ripped down
in her own way
my f--king way
stripped her
of dignity
wimpering
in little cute sounds
who am i?
but the guy
who spaced
hit her
too many times in the face
and replaced her
facelessness
with ***** toiletries
disappointingly
underwhelmed
still in search of a fairy
to take the helm
and ferry me
from this film
disparagingly
just spare me
the tragedy and grief
blaring from the TV
as i mock
their expressions
in my lessons
of humanity
before the flock
to shelter
my anxiety or not
gonna be
a real boy one day
and conform
to the
wayward ways
the way
of sheep
sleeping
soundly
in decay
blue fairy
gonna
marry me
one
day
be
real
one
day
one
day
1
d
a
y
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
Lost within plain sight.
Heart rhythms of sinus gone to tach
my heart beats for what?
So lucid and everquestioning
just taking space in my mind
questions unanswered
drifting in the universe
lost within plain sight
Minds racing.
Here is the future,
so out of reach.
Culturally deceived truth; it's all relative.
Society smells of it, lies and ludeness impacting.
Exposed indefinite maliciousness
life and the revelation therein,
being ever lost; within plain sight
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 2:32 AM UTC
On the first day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the second day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the third day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the fourth day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the fifth day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the sixth day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Six countries' electronic waste, five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the seventh day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Seven world-powers downplaying, six countries' electronic waste, five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the eighth day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Eight pointless wars, seven world-powers downplaying, six countries' electronic waste, five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the ninth day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Nine last elephants Asian, eight pointless wars, seven world-powers downplaying, six countries' electronic waste, five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the tenth day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Ten million famishing, nine last elephants Asian, eight pointless wars, seven world-powers downplaying, six countries' electronic waste, five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the eleventh day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Eleven million hectares deforesting, ten million famishing, nine last elephants Asian, eight pointless wars, seven world-powers downplaying, six countries' electronic waste, five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
On the twelfth day of maliciousness my true love gave to me
Twelve million tonnes plastic waste, eleven million hectares deforesting, ten million famishing, nine last elephants Asian, eight pointless wars, seven world-powers downplaying, six countries' electronic waste, five pandemic viruses, four massive oil leaks, three million toddlers' deaths, two ballistic missiles and nuclear waste in the Pacific Sea
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:01 AM UTC
You're searching for even the slightest validation for your inexcusable actions, transient in both values and the physical realm, collecting conquests and usurpees like how one might collect trophies from animals they hunt, faces frozen in a false expression with unseeing glassy eyes as they are forever immortalised in your sick collection to be made a mockery of long after the passage of time takes it's toll on both the images and the subjects.
A calculated maliciousness disguised as an indecisive personality, you are a bottom-feeder grafting onto the bellies of whomever are blissfully unaware or trusting enough to swim by you; but your own is yellow as a summer's day is long; not from just cowardliness, no, but from **** (sans the vinegar), and I wish I could compose this prose into something a little less hateful and a little more tasteful, but I won't spare you another second of my time, I'll erase you from my mind.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
Welcome, welcome
Father and son
To alcoholics anonymous
And God bless us,
Everyone
There's little sincerity here
And I can't help but wonder
If that's what should be intended
Lost in a flurry of emotion
And misdirection
Turn feelings into anger
Set on high for 3 min.
Let stir
No one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy
And broken records repeat
Like a stutter
Mind open
No shutter
Attach words to feelings
Spread them on my brain
Butter
God help me to Love
For I know not what I do
And I do what I know too well
And in doing I forget
That there's meaning behind
Doing
And Spirit behind good
And evil behind bad
And maliciousness in thoughts
Sometimes
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
"Uuh, dude, your Hubris is showing.
Watch your fuckin' tongue, man.
It's cool to express yourself,
but now you're just being a ****
Hold thy beloved charientisms,
thy ****** knives in velvet sleeves:
You don't exactly seem to understand
the true power of those Words
you propagate so 'knowingly,'
as if a monkey with his own ****
but, if you do realize what you say:
you're a ******* *******
Well, which are you:
a tactless, spiteful,
foolish hypocrite,
or
an affectatious egoist
of a hypocrite?
I'd wager
an unhealthy balance
that it's both.
I've seen it for years.
You assume a lot
for how little you know.
You step on other people's sentences
with a mastered matter-of-fact tone
regardless of how true
those facts you spew
even ******* are.
There you go again,
borrowing other people's ****
without expressed consent
nor explicit intention to return;
we have a word for that, I think.
Either your behavior and morality
totally adapt to your surroundings,
and/or you're a ******* Hypocrite Fool.
Either way,
you cannot be trusted
once a back is turned.
Honestly,
if I had to guess,
I'd be hard-pressed to give you
the benefit of the doubt
by assuming the level
of consideration required
for maliciousness.
You just want all of your stuff for you,
and all of everyone else's for you, too,
and the crux is
you'll feign being pleasant
just until you get it,
then you come out of your ******* cocoon
and get all high and mighty, entitled, and condescending.
Last one on the bandwagon,
first one to throw a stone;
you're a real fuckin' winner!
All you tend to do
every time I chill with you
is berate others- oh, I meant "advise" others,
who may well be better off than you,
for having many problems
which you either could not understand,
or with which you find yourself,
you ******* Fool.
Every time I wonder
if I've become too indignant
as a direct result of your antics,
you remove my self-doubt
and reaffirm my reservations
by eating all my ******* cheese
or talking **** on my friends
behind the back of whoever it is
who has their back turned at the moment.
When will you learn?
When will you mature?
I guess nothing changes
if we tolerate **** in our faces.
Tread lightly, Elephant,
for you tread 'pon thin-ass ice."
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Summer sister sends her love to the minister
A blank verse cursed eye lids pursed
Ten dollar attraction for 5 cent of a fraction
Love a friend dies like the fog of the early morning
Friends forgive themselves after they have left the home stead
Snow melts as slow as milk molds further
Centimeter sticks of solute
Streets where I was not born
Streets where I am headed full horned
Pious pity for the peasants which we all are
Scribbling for forgiveness from our dear Lord
A man unseen unheard and not to be feared
The way of the law is the way of us all
Nature needeth not the glaring eye of suspicion
The heat the head the fingers the release
The treasure of might that relieves all the stresses of the week
Of the calender
Of the foghorn of maliciousness throughout this plagued and misfortunate world
I can't take it much longer I've got to see the world
The scope of the time lapse trembles underneath the eye of a child
Underneath the fingernail of God
Skyscrapers screaming for justice for they were built by the hands of the over fed
The overworked
The tricked and the deceived
I cannot go on if this is how it all is for the rest of time
Pie eating contests with cherry filled hormones
Hot dog churches eyes bursting the soul lifeless and thirsty
These people were born into a life not embraced and unbred
Now with the hour striking double midnight
The raven cracking his beak on my skull
The water dripping like the falls I've never seen
Bursting flames of white torrent flush underneath the whisper of God's hush
To be here to be there to be anywhere underneath the sky's glare
We are specks of conversation left at the dinner table
With a red lipstick kiss and a number
A frown and a glint of the flirtatious eye
Women and men living together in imperfect harmony
Lies that lay alive and writhing and seething and high and mighty breathing
These friends of mine whom I hold dear are getting much older
As am I
As am I and yet the sky
The bright blue egg crack yellow sky
Rests in infinite
Youthful
Romance
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
I’m dreaming again
Only this time it’s not my own dreams I dream
It’s hers
She’s covered in a thin film of sweat
She trembles
I trembled too
He stands over her
Maliciousness on his face
It’s an oddly farmiliar sight
He’s angry
He was angry at me too
He drops to his knees in front of her
He slides his belt off
Unbuckles his pants
Smirks
Her breathing now becomes
Sporadic and ragged
Inspiration-
Expiration-
Inspiration-
Expiration-
She shakes uncontrollably
I shook uncontrollably too
As he leans over her
She holds her breath and waits
Inspiration-
She tries to scream
She tries to move
She tries to say ‘no’
She can’t
She’s terrified
I was terrified too
I wake startled
“Another night terror plagued me”
I say to the darkness
I don’t know what’s worse anymore
Hearing my screams
Or hearing hers
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
the minute the man walked onto the train
with his forty in a paper bag
i noticed the
salty
sickening
smell of
trash. he’s got a petty criminal’s
sneaker drag,
he had that looking for trouble
vision lag,
and he looked me straight in the eye
so call me trouble but the body language
of that
kind of guy
makes my throat a foreign land spit travels through
in tentative swallows,
the aura of quiet anger
around that
kind of guy
makes for a swollen tongue
that’s rough as a desert is dry. with his lumpy coat and
strange emotionless
maliciousness
i know his kind of dog and
it’s one gentle pat away from viciousness
it felt just like old times,
reeked bad news in the sunday paper lines and
sliced my memory like a quick surgeon’s incision
so i averted my gaze but
kept him at the corner of my vision.
he talked about how he lived nearby,
he was on his way,
he was on time
but them guys they,
only talk to dealers and they
only tell lies. and i gently squeezed
the scabs on my knees
and tried to hold my breath or at least breathe
shallow
until his presence wasn’t so threatening
but truly, it always was, because,
it was going to be
until he stepped through the automatic sliding subway doors
and surfaced
got swept away in the city above me.
his body had to be far away
from my body
for me to feel safe.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
Malignancy burrowing
Deep down within me
Grinding the good
To a deep reddish dust,
Flailing about
I try hard to contain it
The pain is intense
But stop it I must.
Malignancy tunneling
Down through my conscience
Baring the thoughts
That I wish least to see,
Revealing the ugliness
Locked in their content
Revealing maliciousness
Portrayed in me.
Desperately trying
To hold the malignancy
Desperately trying
To stop the release,
But out through the keyhole
It flows to the atmosphere
Out to the public
Out to the police.
Malignancy laughs
As a form of appeasement
Malignancy reaches
To hold out it's hand,
Malignancy calms
My hammering heartbeat
The secret's out there
And I'm dead in the sand.
Marshalg
On a rare sick day
@theBach
9 January 2010
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 11:50 AM UTC
Die Maske des Bösen (“The Mask of Evil”)
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
A Japanese woodcarving hangs on my wall—
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not unsympathetically, I observe
the forehead’s bulging veins,
the strain
such malevolence requires.
Original German text:
Die Maske des Bösen
An meiner Wand hängt ein japanisches Holzwerk
Maske eines bösen Dämons, bemalt mit Goldlack.
Mitfühlend sehe ich
Die geschwollenen Stirnadern, andeutend
Wie anstrengend es ist, böse zu sein.
Bertolt Brecht [1898-1956] was a major German poet, playwright, novelist, humorist, essayist, theater director and songwriter. Brecht fled Germany in 1933, when ****** assumed power. A number of Brecht's poems were written from the perspective of a man who sees his country becoming increasingly fascist, xenophobic and militaristic. Keywords/Tags: Bertolt Brecht, German, translation, Holocaust, poem, Japanese, carving, mask, demon, evil, malevolence, sympathy, compassion, understanding, feeling, forehead, veins, swollen, bulging, effort, strain, exhausting, concentration, suggest, suggesting, suggestive, demonstrating, revealing, showing, wall, gold, golden, lacquer, paint, woodwork, totem, malice, hatred, enmity, spite, spitefulness, animosity, anger, maliciousness, malignancy, venom, spleen, viciousness
Bertolt Brecht Epigrams and Quotations
These are my modern English translations of epigrams and quotations by Bertolt Brecht.
Everyone chases the way happiness feels,
unaware how it nips at their heels.
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The world of learning takes a crazy turn
when teachers are taught to discern!
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Unhappy, the land that lacks heroes.
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Hungry man, reach for the book:
it's a hook,
a harpoon.
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Because things are the way they are,
things can never stay as they were.
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
War is like love; true ...
it finds a way through.
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
What happens to the hole
when the cheese is no longer whole?
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
It is easier to rob by setting up a bank
than by threatening the poor clerk.
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Do not fear death so much, or strife,
but rather fear the inadequate life.
— loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: Bertolt Brecht, translation, translations, German, modern English, epigram, epigrams, quote, quotes, quotations
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 11:50 PM UTC
I grow to despise all
which bring tears to my eyes
it's happened too many times now
I want nothing but your nonexistence
no happiness or sadness
just nothingness
I want apathy, I want disinterest
I want permanently handicapped empathy
I'll get there eventually
I'm losing faith that there's such
thing as hope, or faith for that matter
it's all drab around here, really
I try to pacify my bitterness
but my bitterness pacifies me
I'm taunted by the irony
I've lost count of the times
I've been made to feel so foolish
I'm getting used to being embarrassed
All you well-to-do women
with whatever is in your head
Keep respectable distance
your energy is better spent
on one who won't slowly with time
unravel at your feet
I can agree there's a lot to
hate about those who you pity
the ones who feel as I do
you see them vulnerable and
you feel in control and powerful
it disgusts you that you had no choice
you'll soon loathe as I do
and your niceness will be tarnished
I'll loathe all even more
I feel no sensations other than
some exhausted discontent
it becomes your true companion
I welcome it all at this point
there's no point to finding a point
maliciousness just exists, I guess
you or I are no exception
I know I'm feeling quite awful
I want to share my suffering
but it's for me and only me
my one and only property
my holy suffering
I'll carry it with me
exclusively
I cannot be one with this world
I won't adhere to what it requires
It shall be forced to my own will,
or I will exile myself willingly
with my suffering,
in pursuit of the only thing
I am truly entitled to
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Coffee cakes filled with maliciousness
and cinnamon
You laugh with a squished up face
And say “…and cinnamon”
In a teasing tone
A muse to me
Perhaps a muse
To thee
Partner’s in crime
Non.
Non.
Partner’s in art
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Your heart has holes
From the knives of past
Stabbed in maliciousness
Punctures that remain
Help in compassion
Trust in loyalty
Bonded in pain
All the good sent your way
seeps out of the holes in your heart
Nothing can ever stay
© Jl 2016
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Only in darkness one will see
How nothing is as it is presumed to be
To see the serpents underneath
Or the whispers that hang from ear to ear
Only in darkness one will see
What is truly meant to be
To be made prisoner in faith's arms
Or to take destiny by surprise
Breaking through the story's very seams
Only in darkness one will see
The consequences of kindness as pure as can be
Those who lurk in the shadows and prey, always to see the rise of day
Only in darkness one will see
The value of intelligence as the key
To escape maliciousness at it's core
And to prosper all the more
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
My eyes transmute to dark, forest tones.
(Isn't the forest supposed to be beautiful?)
She's beautiful; nothing at all like me.
I make acrimonious convictions about her, and
Sadly, it provides me so much relief.
I shouldn't preoccupy myself with such maliciousness,
I am desirous of who you are.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
The Mask of Evil
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
A Japanese carving hangs on my wall –
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not altogether unsympathetically, I observe
its forehead’s bulging veins, noting
the tremendous effort such malevolence requires.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
The shackles of tempestuous hatred around his feet
The flames of spurred maturity engulfing his skull
The monster taking down anything within sight
History repeating itself
The brown monster annihilating its own name
its reigns long broken
The monster causing fear in eyes
I looking directly into his
Seeing the face of the devil
The face of God long gone
Purity and Sanity prancing away in a happy marriage
Leaving behind hatred and maliciousness in a ominous alliance
Like a bomb, ticking away at each and ever humans' sanity.
05TICK
74TICK
04TICK
Then I walked away from the mirror
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
You can twist the way a man sees the world.
Do you think that sounds ridiculous?
What if you did it over time with subtlety and diligence?
The audience is largely uneducated, so remind them of their impotence; tell them any other source of facts must be regarded with suspiciousness.
Whisper to them over breakfast and slowly introduce corrosive dissonance; outright lie to them at dinner,salting in some truth for spicy antithesis.
Those who run the country are up to something mischievous; their lives, their fine America, have been eroding with precipitance.
Remember empowered yesterdays with a sad and tearful wistfulness; twist the needs and rights of others with pernicious lies and maliciousness.
Invest their government with conspiracy and its policies with wickedness. Remind your audience that freedom was torn from kings by well-armed militias.
Introduce the savior as a shining instrument of religiousness; defend his faults as small and frivolous and his right to rule as unambiguous.
When shocking reality dares assert itself, denials must be vicious and officious.
A rescue mission must be launched and certainly they must be participants; banners from the gift shop will form a team identity and a certain moral equivalence.
The leader will whip the angry crowd, stoking resentment with fabricated incidents, swearing, “I will be with you on this great crusade and you will be my instruments”
As the mob storms off he will slink away; he was only there for stimulus.
Hear the old republic creak as the President flexes his insolence; he’s seen that no blame can touch him, so he’s filled with proud ambivalence.
What will it take to rein him in? What kind of obvious stimulant, with thousands already dying every day and our society marbled with brittleness?
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 8:44 AM UTC
I stared out the window
at the grey shroud
lapping against the glass
I didn't know what time it was
or how long I had been on the couch
I'd been held captive by the sharpness of tongues
that slit my veins with loathing and tainted blood
blood tainted with hatred... my blood
you're a worthless pathetic *****
I drank away from the disdain that haunted my soul
but I couldn't escape
escape the relentless barrage of maliciousness
no matter how hard I tried to shut them out
their voices were all I could hear now
the scars may have healed and the bruises faded
but the claws of hate and rejection dug deep within my flesh
and never let go
every spiteful sentiment struck
with more force than the most violent of blows
each degrading remark and estimation of worthless
broke me in half
you aren't important
there'd been a time
when I almost convinced myself
that my accomplishments and determination
would silence their malice
but I'd given up
I couldn't say the exact moment that it happened
perhaps it was the second that...
or maybe it was before then
but now, in my isolation, the whispers found me
you don't care about anyone other than yourself
I stared out into the distance
beckoned by the roaring of the waves
the only sound loud enough to mask
what were now sickening screams
I walked on
through the clouds that swept against my skin
you took him from me
I stood at the waters edge
enraptured by the fury rushing to shore
the rolling wave cresting before crashing in on itself
in a maddening tumble
sweeping under my feet
pulling me into the shifting sand
the rippling surface seduced with its curling fingers
tempting me
you should never have been born
I took a step
and began walking toward the grey horizon
that seamlessly melded with the dark water
my chin quivered as the tears washed over my face
turbulent waves pushed me back toward the shore
going farther and father out to sea
letting the water overtake me
all I had to do was breathe
and I would be gone...
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC