What is it about me that is
so bad, so terrible,
so unbearable,
that you would so suddenly
and easily
dismiss me?
What is it about my weaknesses
that make my strengths forgettable?
How can you possibly see me
for only my negative qualities?
Especially you.
I am a mix of good and bad…
just like every other person
living and breathing
on this earth.
When I am bad, I am very very bad,
but when I am good, I am lovely.
Does that not count for any
part of my character?
What do I have to be for you to love me?
Perfect?
What do I have to do for you to be able to handle me?
Shut up?
There you are… pointing your finger at me.
Do you think you’re flawless?
Do you think that I don’t have my own grievances
about you?
I promise you, I do.
But I love you.
I love you for the whole package-
flaws and all.
So in the end,
I realize...
This IS about love
(or at least it should be).
: a personal initiative to give, inspire and experience kindness in its purest form, : a platform that I use to express myself artistically and emotionally, : an avenue to keep myself thinking creatively, : a way to share some of my thoughts with whoever ventures my way.
09 December 2010
08 October 2010
Forgiveness
"Slashed her chest, nail by nail,
possessed by something bigger.
Shredded her skin, in a gust of rage,
as if her flesh were your eyeballs-
and her skin your face-
deserving a good talking to.
Bashed her head, side to side,
lost control,
smothered,
by wretchedness.
Pounded, pounded, pounded her fist,
-face, stomach, head-
eager to knock you out
of her system.
Fist to flesh, flesh to fist,
tit for tat, you bastard.
Come to her, leave her alone.
Afterall…
She’s useless."
** This poem was recently published in George Mason University's literary magazine, Volition (2010).
possessed by something bigger.
Shredded her skin, in a gust of rage,
as if her flesh were your eyeballs-
and her skin your face-
deserving a good talking to.
Bashed her head, side to side,
lost control,
smothered,
by wretchedness.
Pounded, pounded, pounded her fist,
-face, stomach, head-
eager to knock you out
of her system.
Fist to flesh, flesh to fist,
tit for tat, you bastard.
Come to her, leave her alone.
Afterall…
She’s useless."
** This poem was recently published in George Mason University's literary magazine, Volition (2010).
30 September 2010
you bitch!
Dear dark side,
Why are you so dark?
Why are you so hard to see through?
Why must you be so fucking scary?
The pitch-blackness is off-putting.
Be more transparent,
please.
Dear bright side,
You're no better.
You are just as blinding.
It hurts their eyes, your fakeness.
The glare is dreadfully intense.
Tone it down,
k, thanks.
Why not green
or perhaps purple.
Or orange;
deep and bright
and perfectly unique.
No extremes,
no black or white
Not even gray.
Bleh, who likes gray anyway?
Dear You-
Be bold and beautiful
and fearlessly vibrant.
Dear dark side,
Dear light side-
you are both
hereby dismissed.
** This poem was recently published in George Mason University's literary magazine, Volition (2010).
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