Best Sadhouse Poems
I'm choking on this misinterpretation of independence,
Even if I tried to get out,
Try my hardest to cry out,
No one would hear.
No one's out here,
Locked up in isolation but me,
So can I look at you and allow the fact that you understand?
Take your hat off dear Sir,
You are not fooling anyone,
No one's here.
I was never meant to be whole,
I guess I am the textbook example,
Don't be me if you want to be happy.
There is nothing,
Nothing is everything here.
My eyes are closed to the hope I once had,
I can't fake it anymore.
Better let them know that all the things you came here for,
You let slip away...
I am not the only one to blame,
Even though this is my house,
This house on the hill,
This house of pain.
So why don't you just go,
And leave me now?
I will fall asleep in this cruel winter and awake in the summer.
Even though I don't deserve the sun,
I have learned that it shines for everyone,
Even those people like me.
Gravity pulls all things,
Tugging and ripping holes into nothing,
Nothing is everything here...
My heart strings,
On spools,
They tear.
One night down,
Countless more to endure.
If life will always be like this,
If shallow water is my silence..
I am right,
Pack up what you have and get out.
I don't want to be saved.
I don't want the impossible.
The impossible never wanted me.
Dry your tears,
You are only delirious,
And you should not cry for me.
I can do enough of the same alone.
I don't need help..
I never wanted it,
I don't mean to be rude and kick you out,
But it's for your own good.
Please,
Don't look at me like that.
Yes, I know it's a shame,
I know there are many things I could have became..
But now my brain is numb,
My heart was on the chopping block,
I died in scarlet shame on the cutting room floor,
One night, many moons ago.
Death is not for the grieving.
I tried leaving,
I got caught in a sea of the thread,
The memories I had of my life,
I didn't see you anywhere,
And you cannot be my angel,
Because that is impossible...
People like me do not get angels like you.
Darling, do not cry.
Do not even try to lie to me.
Shut that pretty mouth of yours,
And I will say goodbye,
Because if there is one thing I will ever do right,
It is this.
ponytails,pretty in pink,candy canes
and ice cream treats!She's eight year
and care free.
She has some days some good, bad,
and in between .
She's not a teen just the typical eight
Money is tight and the bills are due.It
takes two jobs to make ends meet. The big
sister is the authority figure when Momma
is absent. She also the babysitter without
pay.Big sister in her teens with raging hormones
with a boy smiling in her face.
The house is filled with friends and family.
Not paying attention to all the activities.
Cousin Tyrone comes over every weekend..
He loves to pay the game called house. When
everybody is sleep he likes to creep.
Cousin Tyrone would only imitate this night
he decided to penetrate.
Trying to forget this hellish nightmare.She
shutdown and would not communicate. Her
attitude is stank and no one has time to
investigate. The bipolar moods and the
whacked out attitudes.
She was ignored until she was defying the rules
skipping class,displaced anger can not last.
In a rage she reveals everything.cousin Tyrone
playing house and her sister's boyfriend with
his molesting ways.This family was never the
same.
the funky attitudes and the schizo moods were all cries
for some assistance. Treatment for the broken soul.
So she can validate the feelings inside.
Hello does anybody care?
Walking through the cementary
Raining
Water running down the tombstones
Like blood running down a face
I see eight graves
Old men. All died on the same day
I get down on my knees
And take a look
This old man died when a druggo took his stick and hit him on the head
This old man died when he got pushed into the pool by a teenager
This old man died when he got shot by a young hoodlum
This old man died when he got stabbed in the chest by a Grand Theft Auto addict
This old man died when he accidentally walked into no mans land on his holiday to Iraq
This old man died when he got crushed in a crowd at a new years party
This old man died in a house fire when a drunk arsonist lit his house up in flames
And this old man, he just collapsed while blowing out the candles on his 100th birthday cake
Only one of those men died a natural death
Oh how sad it is
Oh the futility!
This world is becoming a place where people think murder is fun
That's why the governments have restrictions on having a gun
If peace was a number it would be decreasing to none
Gods getting angry. He'll one day end the world. Thats us done
I stayed at your house, I thought would be fine
I thought I'd be welcomed caused you stayed at mine
I cleaned your house, moped your floors to
You made me feel like mud on the bottom of your shoe
At my house you were lazy thought you were a queen
but I didn't complain, didn't want to be mean
At my house you were welcomed to do as you pleased
even gave you a key made you feel at ease
At your house I was snubbed, made to feel like a fool
God forbid I'd talk too loud, or break some other rule
You were a stranger to me yet, I took you in, I thought
we were closer, even considered you a friend
But you turned on me, forgot the things I'd done
considered you part of the family for the sake of my son
But turns out you were only a disappointment at best
thought you were kinda special, sorry, but you failed the test
I guess it brought you pleasure to treat me like you did
you had no respect for me, you acted like a kid
It's kinda sad things turned out this way, it didn't
have to be
All it took was a softer heart, but you wasted time hating me
I hope to never be your houseguest again, and I hope
you're never mine
because never laying eyes on you again, would suit me just
fine.
I’ve had a fair share of tragedy in my life,
When my father passed away I found I lost two cousins too
When I flew to Zimbabwe I almost separated from my wife
So you see my tragedy excelled and grew
Two years later I found I was flying back home
Mama had died in her house all alone
So my sister told me over the phone
Again separation with my wife was on the cards as I roam
She wanted the house and everything in it
My wife expected me to give it up because we has a son
But before I left I had to ensure her I was not beat
I told her by law I’m entitled to half and she knew I won
So forgive me when I write only funny rhyme
Tragedy is something I have not learned to deal with, I confess.
These are a few of the tragedies in my time
And until I fine a way to cope with it, it will be the funnies I address.
Laughter is the best medicine
He left the house that winters night never to return
A quick stop at the convenient store to buy a pack of smokes
The town was baffled by his leave they thought all was okay
But sure enough it was his last day upon the earth
His name was Jimmy Shelton, in town so loved by all
Came from a wealthy family, they ran the local mall
He left behind a wife and kids, two cats and an ugly dog
And where he went they do not know, he left deep in the fog
Countless days and countless nights each man who lived in town
Searched the hollow and in the woods no trace of him was found
To all he seemed a happy soul, he loved his family
So why he left no one would know, just only wonder why
Many many years went by he never did return
Though difficult to accept this fate, his family did move on
But still today they all still hope for a miracle return
Each house no smoking signs displayed in memory of their one
©2009 J R Vick
11/06/2009
In this house that love built
Things are not the same
What once was filled with happiness
Is now just filled with blame
Mama started drinking again
When daddy stayed out late
With cold suppers on the table
Salted with tears of hate
No more friday night popcorn
Where we gathered to watch Tv
Now this house is filled with lies
Where once was honesty
What happened to the man an wife,
Who swore to love their spouse?
No one seems to remember me
They're strangers in my house
The little house that love built
Was sold the other day
They tell me that it wasn't my fault
At least that's what they say