I Tell MyselfI Tell MyselfI Tell Myself2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tell myself that I don't care,
about what they say or do.
I tell you that you should care less too.
I tell myself,
in good humor,
that nobody could like me anyway.
I tell myself to make it work, to not get in the way.
But I'm human,
I must confess,
and I do make mistakes sometimes.
They jump right in,
to cut me down.
I've got the scars to prove it.
ChildhoodIs it strange that I was the smallest?Childhood6 months ago in Personal More Like This
That I always got picked for games last?
Or when I was pushed in the river, and laughed at?
They didn't know I couldn't swim. They didn't know I wanted to just sit and read.
Being alone was what I was good at.
Is it strange that my brothers beat me?
That my sisters clawed at me, and pushed me around?
Or that they called me scum, and a wussy no name?
They didn't realize mother ignored me. That I took the hits without recoil.
Being the scratching post, was my way of surviving.
Is it strange that my mother never tucked me in at night?
That she thought something was wrong with me?
Or that she left, when I vowed to make her proud?
They didn't care that I skinned knees and elbows for her. That I broke wrists and ankles for her attention.
Still she left us, without a goodbye.
Is it strange that I was always served dinner last?
That I was always last to pick desert, the crummiest one left for me?
Or on Christmas morning, I woke up first, but opened pre
Tale One From the JarI find myself inTale One From the Jar1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The strangest of places….
Now in a jar
Next to pickles and vases
Then appearing, she asks,
”My pet, what have you for me?”
“I don’t know what you want.
Please. Please set me free!”
A grin as she tapped
Slim fingers on my cage…..
“I think no, my new pet
Ask not for my rage.”
“I hunger for stories
to keep my mind fed.”
So prattle quite pretty
or I will eat you instead.”
She smiled quite warmly
As I gathered my wit.
“I am feeling quite hungry
You should hurry a bit.”
So I summoned a tale
From the ghost of a whale
About a dread pirate
Who sold his soul for a sail
To grant his escape
From certain doom
Amidst smoke and blood
And the cannons deep boom
And how the devil would come
To collect on the debt
When the ship stopped gliding
And the anchor was set.
But the wind loved dark captain
And kept billowed the main
They sailed through storms
Their laughter mixed with the rain
Growing ever clos