poetry.

I'm feeling poetic today, but don't really have the time to paint an elaborate poem right now. So I'm going to share some of my old poems.

What's better than looking at old pictures? Looking at old writing.

This one's from 2006, I was 16. And angry. Kind of funny and kind of disconcerting. Looking back, I think I had every right to complain.

I edited it some today to make the meter work better.



Hate

I hate the way you yell my name,
And leave to smoke again,
Then come back in with casual face;
I think you're quite insane.
I hate how you repeat my words
And claim them as your own,
And how you rule my every move
Just let me be alone.
I hate how you can't check your voice
You yell, and yell, and yell
I know your sick words mean me harm,
But you can't even tell.
I hate how you get angry first
Because the cable's down;
Blame me as the cause of pain,
Yes Queen, here is your crown.
Everything I do is wrong;
Your opinion's always right
I've learned to just obey, comply,
And stop the useless fight.
I hate you bitch, with all my heart
I wish to run away,
But with no route of true escape,
I sit here, cry, and pray.



SOD:


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