"miscreation" poems
Take me off the pedestal
I am not what you see
That man's a miscreation
It's what i'd like to be
Take me off the pedestal
For it is far too high
For if I trip, slip, or fall
You'll think I was a lie
Take me off the pedestal
One cannot comprehend
To think 'tis where I stand
Make me not king, but friend
Take me off the pedestal
I've never felt so wrong
But please, oh please keep me in
your heart- that's right where I belong
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
Dear legal codependents,
I am not my daddy’s girl.
I am not my mom’s best friend.
It’s not my choice, it’s who I am.
Have you ever stopped to think, perhaps,
That maybe one of those people you so harshly judge
Is sitting across from you- your own flesh and blood?
How can you love me anymore?
According to you, I’m just a *****
Abomination, miscreation, I love you, I disgust you, I know.
You’ve lost a daughter, she’s moving on.
Sincerely- your daughter, your first born, your pride.
Sincerely- bisexual, immoral, criminal me.
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
sever and broken all the world
all that’s loved, all that’s lost
all that searched through empty lots and ducked
all that slips through the night
like a broken playground dream
. . .and all that could have been, condemned and contained
like all the putrid of miscreation
. . .and all scorned with painful regretation
like all those born with a tortured soul
and all that are and all that could have been
I am your placid thought
hiding your wicked desire of plasticity
I am the trees’ haunting
. . . I am your forgotten, by all it seems
I am your ruined . .
Bury me inside your favorite dreams.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
Caught beneath the curse of genetic abomination
I am the final inheritance of my line of disease
**** my seed!
So that I may not spread my contamination
End my line!
I am an insult to those of purest blood...
**** me now or share my pain
Fettered in chains of my desolation
Make me fall before I rise up
And give power to my miscreation
Bound in shadow
I am the progeny of disease
In a world of beauty
I am an infection, festering and rotten
I am a scar, wishing only to be forgotten
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Drowning below the surface
You pull me in.
Saving me
in exchange for purity.
Drowning below the surface
You pull me in.
You see the imperfections left behind.
Wretched miscreation.
Drowning below the surface
You hold me down.
Trying to absolve me
Of what scares you.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC