"situtation" poems
I get pulled out of class every Tuesday and Thursday to basically face my fears. The nice, warm, voice of the speech therapist smoothes my anxiety as she begins to tell me about how she can help me and shows me how our body is like a seed, water is the soul and our minds is like roots on a tree. My spirit feels safe. Then, she pulls out a passage to read....
(The room was filled with laughter,
The room was filled with laughter,)
Instantly, my nervousness comes back and I begin to choke on every syllable and adverbs. I sigh in a hopeless depression because I'm trying my best to fight against ... Myself.
The speech therapist tells me to try again... No matter how many times I messed up it seemed like she was always there to guide my way to increase hope even though I felt powerless. I never stop trying. This moment made me feel like everything will be alright and I can push through anything, even though it might take alittle time because of what I have, as long as I keep trying, I can take that fear, destory it, use it to my advantage in the future and maybe be an inspiration to others that went through a similar situtation.
Welcome to chapter 2.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
I don't understand how people can be so harsh and crude. I do not understand why anyone should want to hurt one another... I guess I am just too naive and stupid when it comes to human relationships.
I haven't felt this humiliated and insulted before in my life. Or maybe I had, but in time I've forgotten all of it. I know, life goes on, one way or another but how am I going to deal with these feelings at the moment? Typical me, I take the blame over the mistakes we made. Yet I keep asking myself; what have I done to deserve this? What could I possibly have done that makes him want to hurt me this much? Yes, this is about an insignificant other. I never share my private issues publicly, but this time if I don't get things off my chest, If I don't talk or write about it, simply put I will explode.
The whole story is long and not worth telling at all. It's such a ridiculous situtation that no poem can be written about it. It has so much ugliness in it yet I was still trying to look on the bright side of it, trying to see even the beauty in that shady, unholy thing that now I am ashamed to have called "love". Oh, how I decieved myself. How I made him up inside my head.I guess, after all I am the one to blame.
I had the most tender and innocent feelings, all shattered now and I don't know what to do with these pieces. No, it's not me, I am just one of the many he used and betrayed in his way, on his way.
Heal; it takes time. I'll just go back to my dark, cynical, isolated world, I should have never left there anyway.
mosquitoism.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
The situtation shaken, he hampered
he destroyed , he bankrupted
he lost, he is dead, alively
Hope is there
Sunrays, Sunshines
Whirlpols
agendas
and the aims
Nothing can beat and take
the pop and genre of music
hips and hops of dances
lights and nights of a day
you have to live
and show
how one
must have to live
days might be brutal
nights might be cruel
worstness may **** you
****** the future of your wills
but don't worry
this time will go
to come true time
luck and chance
walk hand by hand
luck might have ******
but you will get another chance
that time
people might have said you
“Murderer ! Killer !”
But remember
you killed the insane
who must have to get killed
he destroyed your family
one by one
he finished you as being
step by step
you became demon from civilian
second by second
you are now in prison
your life is black
your surrounding is black
your oxygen, your carbohydrates
your **** , your blood
just black , black and black!
but don't forget
black is also color
from where universe has began
there was nothing
still there is nothing
you born as and with nothing
you have to make a change
in everything
society , your country
needs you
let your thoughts
influence and allow
them to taste of freedom
you have to set free
your body and soul
you have to live for
them as a member
of their extended family
Post Script
They killed his and like his
thousands of other families
he fought the freedom movement
against inhumanity and demons
the thought of change
has changed everything
prison bars have never
stopped his thoughts
but supported in building them
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC