- Non-Erotic Poetry
- We May As Well
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We may as well have knives in hand when talking to each other
Because it isn’t words we pass between our lips, but blades.
And just when I think they have stopped between you and him
There they go again, the door slams and you sulk away.
We may as well be on enemy lines, this house divided.
Because you have your rifle cocked, the barrel aimed for my head.
And just when I think you’ve run out of rounds
You shoot another bullet into my hole filled chest.
One day this whole existence will be just like ‘old times’.
They wont be a reality lived once before, just an ancient memory.
Maybe that’s the case for you, when you grow old with senile dementia.
I’ll still be young, still be lost, forever lost, forever and ever cursed with loneliness.
I’m that problem child; you thought you’d never have
Yet here I am and all I am is but a product of what you made me,
and I am what you turned me away from you, to go and seek
And if you don’t like that its your fault anyway, so deal with it.
I am as good or as bad as you- my mould made me.
So the words that are retorted back at you when you curse me to my face
Are the words incorporated into my vicious vocabulary, the one that you taught me.
I want to break away, whether I am blind in this unruly world or not.
One day I’ll look back at this and see some of my blame. Maybe.
But for now I want freedom, love, and an eternity to unwrite my injustice,
I want to rewrite the book of me, break the chains and walls around the 1st few chapters
Let the world see that I can move on, I can be the one that was saved from the wreckage.
We may as well set down our fears, lay them to rest one last time,
Because these glass shards only tear at the thin fabric of our existence.
And just when I think glass no longer can cut,
You break that bottle right over my head.
We may as well turn our back and take our different directions, I’ll take south,
Because south is down, and down is failure, I’ll jump my bungee without the chord.
And just when I think there’s a net to catch me, some arms to fall into?
The one I need to keep me safe vanishes before me.
24/04/05
- COMMENTS
darkerdreamerabout 17 years agoas I mostly happen upon your poetry. And once again, I couldn't have been more pleased that I did.
Anonymousabout 17 years agohow harsh is harsh? pain is a very relative thing and if things form a certain picture in your mind, then its best to capture that on paper. or be sure to not lose the essence of it in transition from mind to paper. little less on visceral and a little more on understanding and you just might churn out something provocative. good stuff. keep at it :)
drksideofthemoonover 17 years agoI can feel a lot of pain in this poem...one thing I can say though, south is not your direction, north is...you will succeed...
RedHairedandFriendlyover 17 years agoI enjoyed this and the meaning in the words, or at least my take on it... but one has to ask... when do we stop pointing the blame and take responsibilty for our actions? Yes, parents raise us, but in the end when we are no longer the child behind the parents, but the adult behaving like the child, we have to take the blame. We know right from wrong, how we live our life is up to us.
