Defiance was written when I started responding to bullies and gaslighters and I fought the narrative defined for me to follow
Instructions carved in rocks, I hold them against me.
The rules we brought down from the hill, burning and shouting.
Someone there said they were right, and when they were gone from sight
We knew we held a treasure; our future assured.
Continue reading “Defiance – a poem”
With each new meeting, a piece more of me is revealed
And removed to be recast. They say it’s important .
As it’s borne away I watch it leave, I grieve, silent; I wait.
It’s worked, formed, set aside to prove and conform.
Continue reading “Abuse – a poem”
The existence of the crowd around me as I resist the loudness and sound. My endocrine
glands leak panic, my face glitters and is frantic, and my flesh displays outward pleasure, manic
“Pleased to see you, it’s been too long!” – I air-kiss and grasp arms and wish myself away
as I stay, and my talk is small and empty and so is theirs, my feet hurt and my drink is empty
Continue reading “Work Party – a poem”
Money and Power, power and money, is a cycle that the self absorbed
And obsessed like you who weave that narrative around your life. You lie
so naturally you are believed for why would someone so full of the will to succeed
need to lie? It’s all a lie and a cycle of lies proceed you.
Continue reading “You Failed – a poem”
I have run out of shits to give to people who demand from me
That which they don’t stand for to enrich themselves.
Grasping cold straws to fill the void of cold life, they stand
For control over my body my life, my choice, which does
Not fill them with anything other than bitterness.
Continue reading “Taking – a poem”
(A tribute to someone who I no longer have to give a shit about)
The Good Plates
You own a “good” dinner set that you can’t allow yourself to use
You excuse and are obtuse as to why not, you are excessive
In the face of opposition.
Your position is that your mission is to keep it nice,
unbroken, unsullied, unused and so another set is purchased;
The second best set.
And these ones you allow to get wet, but you still expect reverence.
They’re delicate but not untouchable and still quite valuable
You calculate, and hesitate to even place these before
those undeserving and unnerving, who you don’t let yourself respect
Mostly they get to eat off the the third-best set.
I live in an echo chamber
The people I choose to be around me
Are the ones who reflect my opinions
Ideas, judgments, have my set of values
Of a world that is better Continue reading “Echo Chamber – prose”