conflicted
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I try and try to hold, to no prevail as my labial frustration spews and echoes through halls with paper thin walls separating us from the stares, I don’t care... I DON’T CARE
Perhaps for her, to be eternally chained in a dungeon would be better.
She would know her place, and need not question her future.
As his kajira, the object of his dreams she would be.
The man stood in front of his mirror
As if he were searching for more
Longing for someone to talk with
Share his greatest feats
And crushing downfalls
Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to not constantly Worry about what people think of me, to not wonder if that woman on the other side of the room - that hasn’t even looked in my direction - is laughing at me or laughing at the completely rand
Learn Between the Lines Scholarship Slam
Power Poetry
Poem Title
A cryptic poem
With poem casualties.
I sit here, write here, and believe that the spirit will change them.
One day my burning desires
will lead me to retire.
Everytime i speak i unleash fire.
Back then, i had my dreams covered in barbwires.
kept it on the DL
Now its time to release my sequel.
Love
is a broken promise,
signing away your life.
Trying to find
clarity;
instead, finding strife.
Is intelligence a gift or a burden?
They say ignorance is bliss... but I'm not so certain.
So if knowledge is power...
Why is power is all corrupting?
....this thought for me, can be very disrupting.
On the outside, i am sweet
And on the inside i am obscene
Yet in my heart, I am confused
Because i doubt i am truly either
Either way i am lost
But my Shepard in the dark guides me
I find myself conflicted
Full of rage
Tears held behind
Just for their sake
No longer do I see the love
Just the hate
I'm ready to scream
Descisions, knocking on the back of my skull,
Speak or be silent,
Slip into oblivion or fight back,
Be blissfully ignorant or painfully aware,
Fight for the conscious effort or slip into superfluous fairytail,
Feelings. internal
Expressions. external
The vastness of the mind. immeasurable
All the reason why. Unfathomable
How do you begin understand something. Untamed
How do you understand your self. Deranged
I feel strong
But I feel weak
I feel proud,
Yet I feel bleak
I feel gorgeous
And grotesque
I feel pretty
When I’m dressed
I see fair girls
But I wonder
Are they really
