You and MEYou,You and ME in Scraps More Like This
I will not write 'dear' as you do not deserve the respect. You come in equal first place on my list of people who I hate most. Hate is a strong word, but it doesn't even begin to explain the horrible feelings I have towards you. Words can't describe exactly how much you hurt me, physically and mentally...
... But I will try.
You first met me when I was most vunerable. You felt me wince in pain when you touched me. You watched me cry. You heard my voice fade closer to extinction. You saw me being carried by my father - a fifteen year old baby. You listened to my worries and fears and you gazed straight into my soul and told me you wouldn't give up on me.
At that moment I respected you.
You investigated reasons why. You sounded smart, and clever, and genuine. You charged me an arm and nine legs out of my wallet, but you seemed worth it. For the first time in several months, someone cared about me. You have no idea how much I needed that, everyone else gave up.
At that moment, I admi
ObsoleteObsoleteObsolete in Emotional More Like This
An ancient one rests on a park bench
Surveying a world he once felt a part of through cataract-clouded eyes.
An octogenarian whose memories of yesteryear
Are clearer than yesterday, or even yester moment.
Isolated by his own failing senses
His ears, dull in hearing the children's laughter in play.
Wistfully, wondering what he is missing
His eyes dim in perceiving the beauty of the day.
Lovers embrace, holding hands nearby
Caught up in the blossoming springtime passion of their lives.
He remembers the sweetness of love in his day
But for him it is winter, the leaf of love, long fallen, leaving the tree barren.
A stunning beauty jogs past his place on that bench
She does not give him even a casual glance.
There was a time, he recalls, a time so long ago it seems
When his appraisement would have earned an appreciative smile.
Oh, those days when he was considered handsome,
Not only by mother and wife, he smiles
The smile fades. He expected his mother must leave hi
The H8TR in My HeadThe H8TR in My HeadThe H8TR in My Head in Free Verse More Like This
There's a Hater in my head. He doesn't like me much. Usually.
Actually, I should say he hates me. But, that's what he does. He's a Hater.
But he doesn't hate anybody but me. I am sure he must have a good reason for that.
At least that is what he tells me. When he is on my case. Which is all too often.
He looks through my eyes. But he doesn't hate what he sees. Until he looks in the mirror.
He listens with my ears. But he doesn't hate what he hears. Until he hears my voice.
He speaks in my mind. He doesn't talk bad about others. But he has plenty to say about me.
He tells me I am a fool.
He tells me I am stupid.
He tells me I am worthless.
He tells me I am obsolete.
He tells me I am unloved.
He tells me to stop using the air that is reserved for the rest of the world.
It is not for me.
Sometimes, he is mute, and I can feel hap