Poisonous Words
Wounds of you inflict intense pain
scars damaging my psyche forever
vicious word guns pointed at me
stained my soul, ingrained in slices.
Your tongue cut me to pieces
hacked in little chunks of angst
chopped down my tree of life,
wood chips strewn in the wind.
Your shadows of darkness
spun me in sinister vortex,
bottomless abyss of no tomorrow.
I struggled to crawl out
bleeding fingers of hope
but jailer waited with evil stare
imprisoning me with weapons
of malignant, poisonous words.
Words As A Weapon
Your words cut,
Hurled at me saturated in venom and hate.
You want to tear me down. Again.
But you should know,
These crimson dripping cuts will heal.
I am no longer letting you control how I feel.
Because I am good enough.
I have always been good enough.
It's a pity you can't see my worth.
So, go ahead, hurl your hateful words.
They fall on deaf ears.
Drown Me
I fall for you
And skin my knees,
Then lay at your feet
In the rain.
Icy water drenches
Everything I have laid bare
Before you
While you stand
Above me,
Dry under your
Umbrella.
As the water rises,
You tell me to
Lay on my back
So you can stand on my chest
To keep your feet
From getting wet.
I revel in the weight
But don't notice as
My lungs fill with water.
My body is wracked
With spasms as
I begin to suffocate;
As I am killed
by your
Indifference.
Folly
A mass of metal causing such alarm,
Inanimate objects taking the blame.
Simply a tool, a lifeless firearm,
In this ridiculous zero-sum game.
For those desiring to commit crime,
Banning weapons will not deter violence.
They’ve access to ALL weapons anytime,
Foolish expectations met with silence.
Deficiency of rational insights,
Restrictions prohibiting are absurd.
Infringing on constitutional rights,
Law-abiding folks’ outcries go unheard.
Scorning the Bill of Rights, utter neglect,
To Americans, complete disrespect.
After
The only faith we kept
after the bomb dropped
was love.
They burned me.
They cut you.
But still we stand, free men
in a world
that seeks to rob us of
our inalienable rights
(plus the canned peaches in the truck)
We look for water
that runs cold and fast.
Afterwards,
you sleep in the shade of Denver,
Colorado
eyelids rolling restlessly.
Do you dream of the bakery
where we played at hate?
Never dreaming of the evil to come,
or the love,
forced out of us
for survival,
and sanity's sake.
