Contradiction.

and maybe just this once.
i can be part of something special too.
not just the one who puts it all in ruins.
i wont feel the substantial consequences.
of being brave; and standing up.

i can be something more than a memory.
more than the fragmentation bomb of your past.
ill open my eyes; see what ive created.
and grasp the destruction of my being.

the words i preach will get past your ears.
and into your hearts, so you too can sing my sorrow.
i wont choke on my tongue; before my throat turns raw.
and ill see reason to tell you the truth of your demise.

after all, everything ive worked so hard to make;
every piece of my soul i put into this edifice;
to separate me from society; is crumbling at my feet.

and the explosive mix of you and me.
becomes a state of mind for only hate.
and i refused to be your scapegoat anymore.
and my anger turned to rage; my destruction to devestation.

so i can only pray that dusted wings; lifted up by sighs.
will come down from their lines of light.
and release me from this cage; bulit by my own faults.

my once glamorous appearance has been tainted.
shot down by superficial laced in ethanol.
with nowhere to go but up; a high with no low.
but dont loan me any sympathy.
for these are just "tears of a monster"

Author's Note

i was quite angry when i wrote thiss.

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Very good one.


i can be something more than a memory.
more than the fragmentation bomb of your past.
ill open my eyes; see what ive created.
and grasp the destruction of my being

my fav part. This poem is INTENSE and full of emotion, and I can feel the sweetness of the woman who speaks these words, yet anger at the same time.

You might like some of my poetry. I wrote many angry poems, about an ex in my life. read them and tell me what you think.

[forfila]

Sounds like you were quite angre when you wrote this, like you say.

It is a good vent, and I hope it made you feel better, it is well written.

I did enjoy, not in a happy way, but enjoyed none the less.