Spare me your bitter laughter
Lacking any sense
Spare me your useless banter
Just give me some space
Hiding your incompetence
behind a mask of humour
You're not a good person, darling
for us there's no future
Stop acting so arrogant, I hate it
but it actually makes me sad
Stop giving me that ugly laugh, I hate it
but your jokes aren't actually so bad
If a conflicted carrot
based on its looks
could feel it's a parsnip
it would be a turnip for the books
and should confused chard
on corn do a number
lettuce hope the offspring
isn't a baby cucumber
some plants are quite confounded
in my garden bed
sadly the rhubarb is convinced
it's celery badly sun-burned red
She was like a bull
in the sunshine—
angry one moment,
then happy the next.
That’s what Olivia was:
the way she was with
everyone.
A short series of well-
regulated emotional
stability, followed by
a long series of emotional
outbursts.
She was loved,
and she was hated.
She was kind, then she
was cruel.
But most of all, she
was confused—
confused about why people left her,
confused about why she couldn’t
stay happy, or calm, or
placated.
Olivia was like a bull
in the sunshine.
She wanted to love,
but she just couldn’t bring
herself to give it to
everyone.
I'm so conflicted,
I can't find my way back home.
I've been missing,
I tried to save myself again.
I've been wishing,
A star would find this hole in me.
My heart keeps skipping,
down the road to a loathsome beat.
I keep slipping,
I'm so high I've lost my feet.
The words their all missing,
from everything I wanted to say.
I'm so conflicted
A hippo never went to school
which seems quite the catawampus
tho' he's no fool it's not cool
as there's no hippo campus
and wild is the hippo
while the horse may be tamed
yet both are herbivores
with large teeth to graze or crop
and altho' the hippo has an equine nickname
that's where the similarity stops
as the hippo is the horse of the river
(a horse of a different colour?)
causing him to be conflicted and confused
thus these words of wisdom I deliver
they'll walk trot or run on the sand
but the horse is not the hippo of dry land
so when he did wonder why
to clarify then classify
after several lobotomi
he was heard to query
"What kind of hippopotami?"
My face, a wrinkle deep,
My past, a messy choice,
My present, conflicting options,
Yet, I'm full of desire for a beauty queen.
Consciousness,
A vast existence,
Where Time and space,
Become Conflicted.
To save our race,
We had to face,
A fall from grace.
All for one,
One for all,
Time to heed,
The hero's call.
Fighting the fall,
We build a wall.
Internally Conflicted.
Wants, desires,
And all that we Admire,
flooding through the Mind,
Leaving our Needs behind.
No need for the Divine.
Look, We're doing just fine,
Watching its crumbling design.
Seek, ye shall find,
Your spark inside.
As FEAR subsides,
Love resides,
Conflicted.
The battle of duality,
Constantly,
Challenging reality.
Awareness is key,
Smile, you'll see.
You,
Me,
Are Together,
In harmony.
Why am I the one
To do everything I can,
Everything for you,
But just can't bring myself to...?
I just want to be with you.
Dear lord I'm addicted
All my morals are conflicted
The necessities been evicted
I ought to be convicted
And I should be restricted
As it was depicted
Some would say predicted
Once I became subscripted
That I'd soon be afflicted
And definitely unrestricted
It can't be contradicted
'cause to poetry I'm addicted
Pushing pulling, falling down, ground glowing,
Here and now, then and how, feelings showing.
Pull it in, toss it back, you want me then you dont,
Wanting to stay, needing to leave, letting go I won't.
Wanting it back, doing it over, never again cry on my shoulder.
Snowing with the cracking of thunder,
Raining with the sun as its cover,
Wind blowing away all the wonder.
Where do I go, what do I want?
Is it me or just a front?
Believing I can, firmly I stand,
Forever Conflicted.
Look for love in your heart
I'm leaving you with:
Someday you will recognize
Some breakups are doomed.
Today I can be an unfulfilled poet
Snoring and heartlessness
alike star at night
without its dense knots
Even if it is a short iteration,
bouncing over time and space
It will only be a matter of perception
to see and be seen
To appear to be bluntly clear.
Written: March 1st, 2023
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger"
Quote by_ Constance La France
I wish my smile could drown your thoughts of attempting to kill me.
For my laugh to awaken your desires to pursue me, as opposed to seeking advice from past flames to put me out.
I needed you to come back to me.
See me in new ways.
Love me with a healed heart, saved from past pain.
I was hoping you've changed.
Ready to upgrade your old habits with thought processed intent.
Here I am thinking you'd really want us to be. You and me, finally.
Yet, you've built problems anew,
situations I can't ignore.
mishaps or mistakes blinding the truth,
you have always been this rude.
I've kept another version of you,
and yet, I'm the one who's confused...
15 November 2022
'Writing Challenge - V forms' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme ~ Introspection
a common denominator
eager, calm, procrastinator
all those hoping to be greater
take on the ego deflater
self aware, in tune and clear-eyed
the completely bonafide
abruptly lost, quiet,tongue tied
embarrassed, trying hard to hide
silent, conflicted, filled with doubt
almost escaped but can’t get out
upset, angry, ready to shout
cannot help but let feelings out
poets and suitors, who speak thereof
hell below to heaven above
shallow, first, true or just sort of
every one a seeker of love
i wanted it all
yet i couldn't let go
to grasp the future
of my dreams
there within my reach
AP: 1st place 2022
I looked out at America
from my porch the other day,
Unusual, it's appearance,
seems so different I would say.
Problems in abundance,
so many that I see,
but this was once America
a special place to be.
Remembering recent times
my thoughts I could convey,
flowed freely, not a worry,
of what I had to say.
Judgment's made of people,
and who they just might be,
a great man's words remind us,
more than color makes up me.
As people so divided
the politics at play,
E Pluribus Unum
a motto we betray.
Attacks from the left,
reactions on the right,
these political old cronies
wage a never ending fight.
Opinions, such a chasm,
of who that we should be,
a country this divided,
can never remain free.
It's time now for the many,
to answer, lest we fall,
to get back to united,
an "America" for us all!
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