Hello, hello. I thought I'd post some short poems. It's usually vivid imagery so careful everyone.
The first batch of poems are rather depressing,
includes themes of verbal abuse & self-harm.
Help Me, Please
I feel lonely.
There is no one near me.
I would like to be heard.
Are you listening?
I would like to be seen.
Are you watching?
I would like to be touched.
Will you embrace me?
I am Nothing
Love seems to wane like a quarter moon
when Anger starts to eclipse the one I know as you.
Your tongue lashes out and cuts at my heart;
I bleed silently, unseen, my resentment swelling underneath.
What have I done or not done to merit your disgust?
Why must I hurt as much as you do?
What you go through isn’t my fault!
But stripped of any self-esteem, I do not speak
fearful of reprisal and your humiliating disappointment of me.
You are authority, you are God,
your word is Truth and never wrong.
I am child. I am weak. I am filth beneath your feet.
I am not the daughter you wanted.
Therefore, I am Nothing.
Let Me Be Reborn
Every day I wonder why I’m still alive
And every day I wish that I could die
May it be fast and unexpected, swift and violent
Let no chance of survival exist
I am a toxic leaking waste of space
Do not allow me to continue in this misery
Release me, kill me, end me
I want to be reborn.
Not Well
Barracked the door
hide in my corner
here it is safe to cry
without anyone to witness
this desperate madness.
I need you to stop caring.
I am really not well.
Styrofoam Wrapped
I
wrap myself up in styrofoam
“Handle with care,”
I mark the label.
I am fragile,
held together by cheap tape,
any strong shake and I can tear.
What a mess I’ll be then!
Far worse than I am now.
It makes me wonder sometimes
if someone who cannot love themselves
deserves to be loved
by anyone else.
I Break
I break and I mend.
I break and I mend.
The hand sewing me up shakes again
an amateur attempt to close a wound
funny little zig zags dot across my skin.
I've not tightened myself up enough,
blood leaks out and there goes my hard work.
New experiences, new challenges,
something I can't handle
easily reopens the scars;
each tear brings me more pain
than I've felt before.
You'd think I'd be used to this by now,
you'd think I should be an expert.
I'm not.
I break and I mend.
I break---oh, the hand is too weak to do much of anything.
The pattern rips and at last
no more fixing.
This second batch of poems are more uplifting.
Reassurance
In this moment,
I treasure your warmth;
I do not know when I’ll have it again.
In this moment,
I hear your voice
telling me this is not the end.
Make Whole
Your pain speaks to me.
You emit a song, a mournful vibration of
cracked hope.
The sound brings forth a tenderness
that’s ordinarily not in me to give and I
crave to wrap my arms around you
to smoother this misery in a warmth of protective love and assurance.
I will not allow you to drown in despair.
I hear you, my darling,
I’ll make you whole once more.
Someone I Can Count On
I
must look away
my shame too great to meet your honest eye.
My heart thuds in my ribcage,
like a hare stomping on grass on a spring day,
The thump thump thump
echoes along my body
as the ground would under its paw.
I am a frightened thing in front of you,
rocking from uncertainty to impulse,
my mouth
struggling to spit out
a sound.
I
carefully construct letters to form
a word,
a point of reference to start this story;
I feel like it’s been too long to stay silent.
Speak
quickly,
and the confession leaks out.
Lovingly, you listen to me,
without judging or showing false sympathy.
You take my hand,
through every stumble, every misery I reveal
that I have suffered.
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Thanks for reading! Feedback is welcomed & appreciated.
