As I sit back and reminisce about my day,
I ponder all the happenings that came to play.
All the concessions, all the bargaining, all the ways I gave in;
My stomach drops as if I've committed an egregious sin.
Why is always about they want?
I'm constantly preaching about boundaries and maintaining them,
Yet mine at the slightest breeze seem to snap like a stem.
It feels like sacrifice after sacrifice is made in the name of peace
But none of my own turmoil halts to a cease.
Why are my feelings always discarded?
As the sun sets and we disperse to attend to our own lives,
I feel like fish fileted by dull knives.
I rest my spinning head and try to reach some sort of closure
For my dreams won't come without some sort of composure.
Why do I always fall by the wayside?
Categories:
fileted, angst, conflict, how i
Form: Rhyme
My Innermost And Fervent Desire for Solitude
Has Unleashed the Taurus Beast
Mortally Weary are My Bones That Pre Exist My Existence
Worn Is The Sound of My Granted Title
Weighed With Accoladed Responsibilities
Fileted Fame, Phantom Honor
Two Eyes Blinded For One To See
Tangled Tongues Like Two Edged Swords
Slanderous Vices of Presumptuous Predators
Trying to Obscure And Prey on My Harmonious Heart
Entwined Conservation and Preservation Driven
To My Pigeonhole Soul, Reconnoiter Sanctum
Vocals of Virgin Light Pours In Streams of Truth Beams,
Silenced The Rueful Beast Starved of The Tender Lamb that Strayed.
Categories:
fileted, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Didn’t know a goat had to die
To make grandma’s dish so delicious.
Fileted meat
Marinated in herb and spice:
Onion, garlic, black pepper, clove and thyme
Pan griddled, embracing black char
Simmer in oil
Sizzling, a snake’s hiss
Aroma drew nose near, from afar
A dinner’s delight
A black fur billy goat
Eyes starring widely
Chewed green, so unaware
Doomed for demise
To adorn dinner plates
Prey to the hunter’s ritual
Age old, as time
Sharp blade placed to throat
Its red soaked the earth
Free -verse 03/07/15
by Marckincia Jean
Categories:
fileted, change, child, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse