Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Bit of poetry

I know i usually do funny
BUTTTTT
Had a bit of a poetic day, decided to write some verses.
Keep in mind i was extremely hung over so their may be spelling mistakes and stuff
Lemmme know watcha think ;)


1:50pm Saturday, April 23, 2011
Draft 1

I am strong, but not invincible
My wounds are scars to keep
I’m a lion in the sunshine
But a cub within my sleep
I’m a fire burning brightly that wont flicker, nor turn weak
But your water, I shan’t stand a chance
In an instant my glow turns bleak

I am a mother of a million
But not one within my womb
I’m a diamond in the outside world
A lump of coal within my room
Is it karma, fate or sin that lured me to your grasp?
Was promiscuousness my protection, or the angel on my clasp?
But from a world filled with sobriety to happiness and love,
Were my morals already crippled, and clipped like a domesticated dove?

I am of great intelligence with knowledge far and wide,
But below your superiority I stumbled and I cried.
My skill and my perception were flawed and incomplete
As you gained a mile or two, I wallowed in defeat.
Without this conditioning would I stand a chance?
To stay intact on the outside, compose the devils dance?
A world of many questions but do I dare to cheat?
A trial, court, no justice, leaving sugar coated defeat.

A sorcerer of evil, your curse has surely last,
A bag of liquid concrete, fixed in, to dry my past
I was once a child, tolerant and naïve
But like a bud that’s keen to bloom
I was nipped and left to grieve

A child that was young but wise, she knew of all that creeped
A child prematurely desensitized to the evil that the world did keep
I am a strong brick building with a façade complete
An underlying infestation of poorly made foundation left me weak

A young adult looked down upon, for their childish ways
If those that only looked down knew, the experiences she faced.
A common misconception left her undetected
Slipped through the system twice,
Though in the end it was only I who had to pay the price

The grieving I still do now, is valid and unique
The loss of a child mind, an adult one left to keep.
The stories we are expected to share,
But then muffled by a sheet
A longing for honesty
But an underlying cheat

If you wish not to hear my voice,
Then why call me night and day
iF the words I bake are too strong for your taste
The you best be one your way

For I no longer stand any tolerance for one way mend and care
For love should be a highway, and both drivers be aware
But now I’ve grown a woman
Who is sure of all she’s done
A woman slowly untangling all the lies that she has spun