Duress

I know you've got knives
So go ahead and use them, 
There are thorns hidden up your sleeves,
I can see, 

I am not weak but I know that 
There is no escaping my own 
Destruction by your hand,
So on with it, go on, 

I'll clench my teeth and think of other things
Rather than the pain of 
Daggers presser harder and harder
Beneath my jaw, 

If you're going to stab me,
Don't draw this ordeal out,
Don't make a show of it
My demise needs no audience

Let's take this off of the stage
Slay me in the closet 
Although I am starting to think
That you enjoy the applause rather than
The bloodshed. 

You think I've got aces tucked in 
My ribcage, so use that hatchet of yours
And see what you can find, 
I guess my heart is an Easter egg
And you're dying for a taste of chocolate, 

So go on! Go on!
Sharpen the blades and rally your allies
The last knight standing has no one 
No one
Nothing but a sword whose tip 
Is seeming rather dull, and whose
Steel is rusted from years of use. 

Do you honestly think you need
Countless methods of torture when
All it takes is one bullet to 
Expose everything I've tucked away in my chest? 

Make it quick, do your evils and
Be gone, I'd rather die alone than
Looking into your ugly face. 

Duress! Duress!
I hope you are not hoping for
Endless riches because
All you'll find in my blood is
A few pennies, 

Go ahead and buy yourself
A s****y trophy, 
And burn my corpse so that 
You can't use the evidence of
Your sick, twisted pleasures

So that you can't sharpen my bones
Into daggers to press into
Someone else's vulnerable skin. 

Author's Note

Ah... Sorry I have been writing angry lately. Nevertheless I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Valentine]

I hope you got your depression and anger out so you can concentrate on writing much more interesting poems. Valentine

[dan]

Falling Leaf, There is very conscious anger boiling in your heart, and I can't be sure if it's directed at someone; but I suspect that you are angry that the world seems hell bent on ensuring that billions of people unsheathe THEIR daggers, their sharpened bones. There have been times in my life when the world scared me before, but I can't remember when it has been so foreboding, seemingly so imminent. Each of us can only do what we can to make the world a better place, like cows complacently mooing as they are led to slaughter. I am sad, and angry. All we can do is pull out a chair for a friend, sit and talk of change, pray that someone hears who can help. take care...dan

[Falling Leaf.]

Dan, there is a woman that I work with who will stop at nothing to drive me insane, and all of my angry poems on here are directed at her... I know it is not the wisest thing in the world to acknowledge anger, but if I don't write it in poetry I will make a scene with her, which would be even less wise... Thanks

[dan]

Yes, writing is a nice vehicle with which to transport your anger to an area of harmless bumper cars. When I was younger I chose to vent my anger and had my few violent encounters; now that I'm older and supposedly wiser I let my words on the page do my punching for me. Too bad you can't print your poem out and leave it where she will find it. Or can you? 8^) take care...dan

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poem.
"Go ahead and buy yourself
A s****y trophy,
And burn my corpse so that
You can't use the evidence of
Your sick, twisted pleasures"
Knifes, guns and piss-off attitude. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Falling Leaf.]

Thanks, Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Alexa Tasch]

This is very dark and emotional, but you harness the angry into creativity in a very good way. Its deeply enchanting and I hope what ever is making you angry gets better

[Falling Leaf.]

Thank you, Alexa, I appreciate your thoughts. :)

[Jamestown]

I can feel the raw emotions for sure, but well written. I appreciate you sharing and
b-blessed!

[Falling Leaf.]

Thank you! :)