Freeverse Poetry I
Some verses of poetry, created in the shadow of a bad mood.
the metal is tiny
to hold it in your fist is to risk cuts before you are ready
but to hold it out is to risk discovery
static breaks apart
everything will break and there is nothing that will stay
if only we could stay, one more day, i have finally found my buoy.
a sigh strains from the mouth like water from a sponge
life drains like water from a mop, wiped away on each point of contact
soul refrains from showing itself and it is scratched away from inside.
discolouration is common on my vessel
dull patches here and there from scrapes
and then the lines which will never fade
my teenage feelings?
it feels like i have grown before i am grown
and there is no counter to how it has left me
this raccoon is more deserving of life than this filthy cat
pull blood from me, it would not matter
i would gladly donate to a worthy cause
what makes us scared is what gives us chance
faint on the sight of blood, fainting cannot be without blood
without blood there is darkness and this cannot be undone
cough, cough
a little jump and quick paws
bam! and the cat is gone
everything is suicide but most choose not to see it that way
most suicide can be countered: drinking water is countered by releasing water
water intoxication is a suicide attempt
7 hours per fortnight, for 600 fortnights
we learned how to deconstruct novels to find the 'hidden meaning' supposedly
exactly what educational benefit was gained?
all that matters is what is done towards the future
people do not forgive mistakes made but they should learn to
because those mistakes can be keeping people up at night.
more life, because it has to happen
more blood, because the body makes it
more time, because that's what's needed
to find the reason that i still sit in this chair
tomorrow will be dangerous
forecast says: high risk of suicidal thoughts
X% chance of making it to work alive
it is cold, i am cold
"going to bed soon?"
eh. i cough again.