Tainted

. . . how I feel

 

Smothered and treasured

Angered beyond measure

I place mi love on the table near mi dresser

I would rather not linger away from these bars of rage

The world has always been safer with me being caged

Devoured bi the beast under defeat and set

Finding enjoyment in the worst turmoil met

Smashed and smacked into reality

No way to deny this truth to be a fallacy

Evil was and evil shall be

Who knew that I would find such evil plastered inside of me

Tears drizzle and hate escapes

The wind roars to reveal too much on one plate

Facing what I can’t control or change

Not worthy of forgiveness? Should this be strange?

I chained myself with mi own actions

Searching for wrongful satisfactions

Among hatred, lust, and multiple distractions

I feel lyke Christ, without the passion

But I can’t get it back because it wasn’t mine to hold

Why is the reality of lyfe so cold?

I have a confession. . .

My heart is ice, but mi soul suffers from depression

Practicing what I preach I must not learn this one lesson. . .

And fail the big test from man-made stressing

The outrageous, undisputed, and illegally painted. . .

Must stand beside a work of art forcefully tainted

Reviews

[The DuchessPoet]

Your lead line quickly sets the stage:
"Smothered and treasured
Angered beyond measure
I place mi love on the table near mi dresser"

The embodiment of this piece takes us on a journey spiraling us through life's, turmoil, desire, hope, pain, devastation, wickedness, hate and lust as we strive for some variation of peace, harmony, acceptance and balance ...

YOUR WORDS:
"Tears drizzle and hate escapes
The wind roars to reveal too much on one plate
Facing what I can't control or change
Not worthy of forgiveness? Should this be strange?
I chained myself with mi own actions
Searching for wrongful satisfactions
Among hatred, lust, and multiple distractions
I feel lyke Christ, without the passion
But I can't get it back because it wasn't mine to hold
Why is the reality of lyfe so cold?"

My favorite line: "I feel lyke Christ, without passion"

It isn't easy this thing called life but we struggle to preserver, to survive through the entangled forces of good & evil... We ALL yearn for understanding and guidance, we desire hope, strength and love despite our fears and our faults.

***This is not only a powerful piece but it is well written and exhibits style as well as character!***
Very well done.

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The Duchess,

[universalove]

This is the essence of love to lust pain into for the cream of life is true.. Witthout your poems there wouldn't be anything new but you. Good write

[M. View]

That was deep and I enjoyed it very much because of the emotion it shows from the first line to the last.

Great Write

[DTRUth]

DAt was so good had to read it twice.

My heart is ice, but mi soul suffers from depression

Practicing what I preach I must not learn this one lesson. .

These two lines are the realest and will forever be imprinted in my head.

[☮]

Your works are always my favorites, Reeses. I can relate to this too much.

Those who are pasisonate about their lives and existence are the ones with the most questions and the most inner turmoil and struggle. You've expressed this perfectly.

I had to mention this one:
"I would rather not linger away from these bars of rage
The world has always been safer with me being caged"

I see Kena pointed out the same line. Hot.

I lyke this. Definitely mi kinda of piece!

[universalove]

The inner soul of your poem is just and true. Keeping what was wrong always new. I can feel your pain of reality. At times what we have done to ourselves is the only way to travel in order to make it back that there is someone for you who really cares that your love is be on your pain. This poem is so beautiful .

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

would rather not linger away from these bars of rage
The world has always been safer with me being caged

ooooh, wow, that's a line there. you sound like a wild animal, great line. this poem is good, it reads like a rap song, and there are some tight metaphors throughout. You have a great style, writing "mi" instead of "me" and "bi" instead of "by" you do what you want in your writing, and it's raw and refreshing. great job on this piece.

Kena