Peculiar Poetry

Poetry with and without reason and rhyme.
Strange is what I strive for.
Expect lyrics and limericks, free verse and format.
Be prepared for bubbly and boiled, terrifying and horrifying.
Keep an eye out for those that provoke your thoughts, and some that bear no thought at all.
Many written for class, and others without much of it.
Feel free. There are no boundaries. Just think.
Consider, Ponder, Wonder, Imagine.
Argue, Oppose, Debate, Defend.
Perhaps you will be offended.
That's good.
Think about that.
Learn more of what you think.
How you think.
Take what you can from what you hate.
I don't seek to preach.
I only speak my mind.
A mind most peculiar.

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3. "Self-Loath"

“Stupid.”

An ache churns in your gut,

and tears well before your eyes.

Darkness is all there is,

all you can see.

“Idiot.”

You slump in the chair

you do not remember reclining in.

Blows fly one by one,

from figures that blend so well with the murk.

With every prod your fists clench, as if in rage.

But no matter what you do,

you cannot force yourself to feel anger.

“Mistake.”

You cannot stop bawling,

nor do you want to try.

Forced to remain and take this torture,

restrained to bear the agony.

But by who,

and with what?

“B*tch.”

That new word you had just learned to use.

Such a mature phrase—

Which people younger than you have been throwing around for ages now.

You force open your eyes

to peer down upon your untouched body.

Your wrists lay there unbound.

Your ankles free to escape this.

Yet you do not move.

You can’t.

You won’t.

Before yourself loom those shadowy figures

who have not laid a finger upon you.

Their faces…

They look so familiar…

They look just like you.

“You can’t do anything right.”

You bow your head in reverence to the truth

spoken in a tone that you can only compare to your own.

Tears soak into your lap,

while sobs work your lungs like an engine.

“Would anyone miss you?”

There you sit in that chair of your own accord.

A door stands unlocked

wide open, right behind you.

You can leave now!

No one is forcing you to stay!

No one but yourself.

“You lost cause.” 

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