"verision" poems
There I sat throughout the trial,
whilst they sat there in total denial,
sprinkling their seedlings of doubt,
believing the lies he would spout,
throwing out everything I say,
just so they could get their pay,
without a care in the world about who they hurt,
attempting to drag my name through the dirt,
the questions made me so uncomfortable,
with every answer I felt more vulnerable,
objection!
take a look at your reflection,
you're happily defending a man like him,
so that your wallet is a little less slim,
giving no ***** about the future impact,
dismissing it all as lies when really it's a fact,
what would you do if it was your kid?
would you still defend the perpatrtor for a few thousand quid?
despite what I know is extremely true,
at times I find myself questioning it thanks to you,
I was just a child you had no right,
to contribute to the nightmares keeping me up at night,
did you ever see through his lies?
did you ever eventually open your eyes?
deep down did part of you believe me?
but the cheque was something you had to see?
you thought your performance was perfect,
but guess what, it was a unanimous guilty verdict,
and though it was the verdict I wanted,
I'm still reeling at the verision of events that you concocted,
each day in court chipped away pieces of me,
and now it's him who gets to be free,
I'll never forget how you tried to twist my story,
in an attempt to bask in some glory
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
Choked out by the forces that make me scream
Face shoved into the dirt
Boot, between my shoulder blades
Exist in the perfect cacophny of crying and failed escapes
Dragging me into the rivers of salt lined water
Tears don't form when you are underwater
So drown the innocence out of me so I can't think past the smell of dirt
Cover my throat with a shirt, and wait for me to emerge
The sound of a snap, and a flash
I am trapped, kept from coming clean with a photograph
Curled into a ball, trapped in time
Bound in that awful grime
Listening to "Dance Hall Drug" realizing the meaning
And suddenly my head is bleeding
The clock has turned red, and I've lost my head in a guillotine
It's okay, just light a match and watch me disappear; I'm kerosene
I'm easy to control, with a photo
And I'm just an average depressed ****
Drowned into the person I should be
And I guess I am the best depressed verision of me, lost at sea
Clamate dolor
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
My Own Version of Clementine (Oh My Darling song)
In the mountains
Thro the valleys
Lived a girl with hair so fine
She had soon been
A poorly widow
And her name was Caroline
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline
And the husband
Whilst he laid there
She remained clung to his side
Never leaving
Always pleading
That she would soon never cry
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline
And the warm days
Turned to winter
And the thorns fell from the pine
When they found her
Thro ice that bound her
And laid to rest dear Caroline
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You were lost but never lonely
Found again, poor Caroline
Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 12:26 PM UTC