Slick tongued Strong willed Encased by blunt truths Snake eyes Mentality is everybody lies We tried U cried I lied Forked tongue sharper than A serpents tongue Smells seek you out To make me remember what once was I cringe I binge I pretend You lend your shoulder To later yank it out from under me I lose balance and fall for Another false hope Waiting to elope By myself to forget another. Lover Love-HER Seeker Seek-HER Pleaser Please-HER My hearts racing I stare up to the sky And see my fear flying by my Heart drops Feels like it stops Incoherent thoughts ease in and out of my mind I shake I tremble I feel tears dropping Streaming Crawling down my bitter cheeks I look around me to reassure myself Of the forgotten Existance Excuse me Perdoname Songs my son sing scratches at my brain waves Becoming a slave to consistent rhythms and Repitions of his little hands making noise when I least expect it His feet walking in my footsteps as we scream at the top of our lungs “1-2-3-4 march” excuse me….. Pardon me “coming through your property” etched in my brain Yet another child rhyme heard from the contraption called TV I try to finish this poem…. EXCUSE ME PARDON ME!!! My heart needs a minute to catch up with my brain. Abstrakt 2010©
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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