So Long

A poem that's been in cold storage too long. Thought I'd finish it. I'm currently working on another over half a dozen poems and a collab with a friend. These will be my next projects. Enjoy!

This has gone on too long

My struggle to go on, to stay strong, do no wrong

I saw strawberry droplets of my failure drip drop off the sidewalk licked from my veins picked from my hearts, laughter pulsates faster in the dark

Dried spirit stains the pavement aware of hatred the world has for an outcast

This has gone on too long, past it, I won’t be made into a b*****d in a cold casket

Spit and spawn of my own emotions and passion

Drowning, a stone in an ocean of pain on the bottom underneath the secrets, full of weakness, a freak among the people

I feel drained as the tears go down the strainers like rain in the gutters, brotherless

But my eyes are dried, tie-dyed by the homicide of

Another prayer for the ones without a saviour

The rain is my umbrella, ricocheting off reality, cleaning my sour pleas of a staple ridden epidermis of the rot of the things not said, the bread not broken, the hopelessness unspoken

This has gone on too long, am I the root of the problem, can I not solve this?

Called me a hellspawn, bring your s**t on or get gone, I already paid for my life, it’s over, I’m done

You don’t know jack if you think you see me as the bad one

I didn’t make your blood run, you took our sons

Defecate your hatred and smell the weight of your words, sick of your s**t

Feel your own piety and try to continue smiling, moaning quietly, hunched over another loveless morning, and flush away us problems like such garbage

Sewage doesn’t need to be seen, excretion doesn’t bleed, the beings that consume the dreamless the only ones worth a damn

Patriotic erotica for powerless novella loving felonious Cinderella’s mellowed by the overzealous yells of jealous hollow-hearted tongue sharpened disregarded monsters like me who are believed to be nothing but a disease on this summer breeze, cleave me through

Stay at ease looking down at me, I’ll never be rid of you

Humanity took out my humanity, my thunder, now I’m buried under what I could have been had I agreed to kill the people pleading for love, for respect, mercy, thirsty for a chance, rancid I dance with the wasted, the faceless, graced to be a part of a faith long taken away in the yesterdays memories

Cursing the ones who jumped the gun and ended what I’d befriended

Did you f*****g forget to mention the gas you burned for your little venture into heaven?

I’m sick of fuelling your ridiculous ruling using my musing for another round of abusing

This has gone on too long, the picture is drawn 666 hellspawn shone on by god, forgotten by humankind

And maybe I fucked up a little, unforgivable, he's so uncivil! I really didn't I?

This little charade of mine, unafraid, in the shade of debating in silence, a patron, an effigy of insanity and hatred

I did this to myself, I said what should have remained silent, no one stayed quiet when I spoke of the violence, I was unheard featherless pretending to be a bird, flying through your lies I never realized I was shackled by your pathlessness, know what else?

I’m happy to have found the sky abound the burial mound, and if this life is a merry go round

I’m going to ride it until I’m out of tickets

And you know what’s wicked?

If I’m liquid sickness you can suck me dry till the moment I die and you can stay wet with my juices lucid and putrid with my nuance, a nuisance, my future and the world that you neutered of beauty

Because I’ve gone on long enough, but I push forward for the lives you’ve stolen, and I will wholesomely recount your murdering to the third degree until all you b*****s have heard of me

Until then, this has gone on too long, but I’ll keep moving to prove I’m right in the light before I’m smited like a blight at midnight sightless, I will not be anything, other than never surrendering, righteous until your lights go out and the darkness reclaims my remains, my birthmark, stolen rights and lost fights, frostbite, by the fireside

And I’ll go on like a fire, down to the last electric wire, collect your perfection, I will break through your illusion, the fallen are calling, voluntarily unwanted, they are not forgotten, not by my benison of remembrance

I’ll go on walking until I stop talking and drop dead, ravens flocking to my death bed, compassionate for the last of us

And I’ll go on for longer than you will, longer than my passing, impassioned, and longer than you want me to be a vagrant fragmentary in your fragrant fabrication, stain the fabric like a maniac, leave my bloodstained remains traced on yesterday, purposefully, for the lost among the moss of curiosity, let the rot in me bring new life, so strong, eternal life

 

So long fertile on the inside, moulded into a man of the fabric of history, let my name remain a resonating mystery, grow mould on all my castrated misery, flourishing, feed on my prevalent nourishment, if you are deserving of it

I’ll never exist forever, but until then, my memories severed, so long, heaven

This hasn’t gone on long enough

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Jackie]

Truly amazing you are and what seems to be your unlimited disposal if vocab.. And undying strength to keep your passion alive

[Ghost writer]

I like that in this poem you seem to be talking to yourself, telling yourself what's wrong, I get that, sometimes I can't decide what to do and I end up imagining two of me arguing with each other, I'm stubborn so the arguments are usually far too long.

[Pete]

good imagery and wording. spring-loaded with strong feeling. the only criticism i would have is that it is too long and i could do without the swears (doesn't add anything for me although i can sense the strong emotion you are trying to convey). sometimes we have a tendency to overdo things, i'm guilty of it myself sometimes. you have a great message but it's being convoluted by dragging it out. just get to the point, get rid of extraneous stuff. say what you have to say more quickly and be done. at a certain point length starts detracting from the impact you are trying to achieve ... :)

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You are such a good poet to let your emotions out so frankly. I have no words for this but Good Luck. 😊

[wordman]

of course you are,and it makes a great story

[Davidgeo]

Too long.

It's your biggest fault.

You're not TS Eliot.