"quess" poems
My sister karen was a manhater
she hated all men
deliriously
she would sit on the top
of the bunkbed she shared with sue
and with one finger curl her hair
then pull it out by the roots
it was quite disturbing
she would spend hours
every saturday doing this
until she had almost no hair left
the family worried for her
During the week when I would
come home from school (I think
I was around 7 or 8) karen (being
older and bigger) would run up to me
kick me in the gut
push me to the floor
jump on top of me
grab me by the ears
and pound my head
on the floor until
my brains fell out
this went on for several weeks
until I told my parents and
they finally put an end to it
One night sue didn't want to get caught
eating an apple in bed
so she put the core in the toilet
and it clogged it
we (all four of us)
were awakened in the middle of the night
and had to line up so my mother
could beat us with a belt
until someone confessed
I was tired so I said okay
I did it
I got a good belting that night
I was suspended from school
for a week because the teacher
complained that the welts on my back
were bleeding so profusely that
lt was interrupting the learning process
of the other children
One day I was coming home from school
and I got caught in a hailstorm
I got pelted really good
Lucky for me Mr. Doty was home for lunch
so I took cover under
his light blue ford f-series pick-up truck
hail as big as golf *****
some the size of baseballs
continued to rain down
I don't know for how long
because I fell asleep
"What were you doing under there?"
he questioned as he was shaking my arm
awakening me
(I quess he thought I was messing around
or something)
I came to and stated
"THE GOLF ***** WERE FALLING
I NEEDED A PLACE TO HIDE"
"oh" he said
"you mean to tell me you were in THAT?"
"yessir" I replied
"well, your schoolday's almost over,
maybe you should go home and rest"
"yessir"
And I went home and rested
When karen turned eighteen
she married a wife beater
for nearly ten years he would
ugly 'er up
finally she couldn't take anymore
and divorced him
But she was only following tradition
my grandpa beat his wife
my father beat his wife
and al beat karen
Yep, those three knew
how to really take a beating
But, not from a hailstorm
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Im so so sick of the life that I live.
Stuck up in the past,still don't have a **** to give.
Smothered in stress,pain in my chest.
Want to talk up,but where to confess?
Filled by lies that life does best.
Now the only thing left is death.
I expected more,but got more much less.
No joy in my life,just down and depressed.
**** up in the mind,like a man in a dress.
Take these quotas take a good quess.
Life gives you shit,with muchless rest.
And is too dark,I call it shady,but is a mess.
I cry daily,even with love in my chest.
By a unfair lady,who no better than the rest.
so I suppressed..
these deep emotions,
A lil *** and in my drink,I avoid commotion.
a couple shots to be sedated,lost in a dream,of death im faded.
till I snap out,and I awaken.
Rubbing both eyes,pupils not dilated.
looking both sides thanking god I made it..
My soul was departed
but then god saved it.
(thank God I made it)
-By Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
3-21-12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
They laid a few men off at the factory.
Some how that pink slip avoided me.
Later I walked to my truck and closed the door.
I hung my head and thanked the Lord.
I cannot remember how this ship wrecked.
Why I am working now from check to check.
I cannot look my family in the eyes.
They think that that every thing is still fine.
I don't ever want a *** of gold.
Just be able to work for the bills I owe.
Have a food enough for my family to eat.
A roof over their head to sleep.
I'll work from sunlight to dark.
Been a working man since I could walk.
Tommorrow I'll go back to that factory.
I quess I'll see if Lady Luck will be riding with me.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
this is a glossary guess
for a take back answer
at who to know best
a quick trick of humor
a heave sleeve of hope
a last cast on a no past
a not bound by a rope
a hand held of without
a wilt why without a how
a long look in a fine frame
a fare well bye for a now
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
i don't have an answer to that question
but i have more questions
how you can say out loud something
that you can't put in words?
how you can explain that to people
who still cares about you?
how you can feel understood
when no one understands?
how can i even feel something
i cant explain?
how this all works?
?
so many questions but no answers
i quess it's life
..?
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC