In No Particular Order and Inconclusive
Being
blindsided by what caused
me to open up makes
me prefer a closed fist
than a bitch slap.
me to open up makes
me prefer a closed fist
than a bitch slap.
With
the judgment of a Christian and
a razor sharp tongue,
I am complimented then dismissed.
a razor sharp tongue,
I am complimented then dismissed.
PTSD
is the continual gift
of a tepid spirit.
of a tepid spirit.
He
told me to look at
the positive side of things, I
thought I was becoming a better liar.
the positive side of things, I
thought I was becoming a better liar.
My
first experience with poetry is
when I figured out my sibling disguised
her hatred for me in
her I love you(s).
when I figured out my sibling disguised
her hatred for me in
her I love you(s).
Death
is the closest yet still
not an acceptable form of
abandonment.
not an acceptable form of
abandonment.
I’m
failing
at ignoring being ignored,
I leave too much evidence.
at ignoring being ignored,
I leave too much evidence.
The
inner conflict of guilt and
the truth riddle me
like a trigger-happy cop
who loves his bastard nigrah grandchild.
the truth riddle me
like a trigger-happy cop
who loves his bastard nigrah grandchild.
My
home is filled with
the color beige. It is
the closest thing to commitment
I can stomach.
the color beige. It is
the closest thing to commitment
I can stomach.
I
would rather refuse the
pill of elucidation than be
left with nothing to write about.
pill of elucidation than be
left with nothing to write about.
gcb poetry
2012
You always get me with your writing dang it! I love the honesty of this, sometimes ranting is the best thing we can do for ourselves!
ReplyDelete*He told me to look at
the positive side of things, I
thought I was becoming a better liar.
* ...ha nice!