the shape of things

Tjedza's picture

I’m hurt.
I don’t know why
but I feel a warm piercing
sadness in my core,
and it throbs.

Perhaps the sort of sadistic pain that emanates
from a profound intrusion of emotions.
Those emotions too intense to gaze upon,
too loud to bear listening to,
too caustic to swallow
and possess pent up passions too powerful to….

Betrayal,
lies, contempt,
immorality,
homosexuality,
debauchery,
deception,
disloyalty,
jealousy… confusion-
I plead guilty
to all the above charges (your honor),
but blame it all on society-
as everyone does.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury,
I feel betrayed.
I looked into my lover’s eyes
Following 2 months’ absence,
And I was possessed with uncensored emotion.

The tears that began to form were obscene.
A molestation of the senses.
I knelt before her.
Hopelessly in lo…

( ps this poem has no form)

Comments

armadillo's picture

I think that's the best poem I've read yet

Can't say that I know exactly what you mean, but pretty darn-near close! I'd hate to admit, that I really connected to your words in this poem...I guess this is the growing through pain.

Patch's picture

OMFG!! SELEKTA'S POEM HAS NO

OMFG!! SELEKTA'S POEM HAS NO FORM?!?!?!?!?!? THIS IS INSANE!!!

Nah, I don't really care about the form, I just find it hilariously ironic that after criticising me for having no form in my poems, you (months later) have a poem with no form. I rest my case.

"What is the purpose of life? It is to create our own purpose."

Tjedza's picture

oh dear

you need to gain some stability in ur life..
and get over certain things.

out of my mind... back in 5 minutes.
i'm not afraid of death, i just dont wanna be there when it happens.