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Soft Speak; Hard Emotion (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

Weeks pass by Your not here Did the maid go with you? Because he isn't here either I confess My nervousness I expected this to not work out *nervous breathe* Was I right? I give you my hand I want to guide you To happiness I thought thats all you wanted I hesitantly take my hand away It got numb from your coldness You ask if I'm ok, "Why are you like this?" My temper rages; *yells, "You know why!"* I get up, to my feet Shock painted all over your face I whisper, "See you at home... Dear." She leaves with the maid. Do i give you my jacket So you can walk across the muddy water? No. Just ask the maid! He'll clean it up! And I hope you don't mind I fired the maid He didn't do his job He made this life harder! So leave with him I don't care (leave with him) I won't sit and stare (leave with him) I'll just *yells: go outside and save myself*

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 4-Feb-04/5:22 PM
I'll tell you when it stops being funny, my lad. How dare you goad me into shame with a trite and underhand appeal to my wither'd sense of bravery? An appeal - I might add - that serves mainly to stroke and caress the boiled tumours on your own batter'd conscience. As it happens, I never found this affair particularly amusing, and was half-hoping my ever more ludicrous remarks would be interpreted as such. Does that make me half the naughty boy you thought I was? Good Christ I hope so.

A straight-up conversation, you say? Well perhaps 13 year olds ought to be patronised. Forgive me. Watch me now as I try to claw myself back from the abyss, being utterly inconsistent in my behaviour, almost to the last detail, the smoothing over of relations a thinly veiled disguise for the desperate, self-prescribed, guilt-soothing therapy of a silly, naughty bully who couldn't stop because it made him feel like a big man. These comments will self-destruct in blah blah blah




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