As my legs grow into trunks and my arms into branches, the leaves of my leavings fall and sprout seeds among the grasses.
Spreading my roots through the mud, bringing myself a sort of immortality, though fickle it may be, comes about like destiny in its thunderous Ill-natured glee. Helpless be i to stop or divert the urge in which the need grips hopeless in my earth. Acquainted with tunnels and scar well enough to know how marred and barbed are the vines which strangle and tangle about me.
Pleading cries lie flat upon descent to the unhearing ear. And now true motives are clear and what I fear has come stomping.
And stomping.
And stomping.
Oh yes, they come stomping.
Categories:
ill natured, anxiety, art, metaphor, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Dreading another Friday's arrival
Selfish pride begins to rear its not so pretty head
That fiercely familiar response engulfs me
Stirring pent-up emotions
Festering unhealed hurts
Reawakening forlorn feelings that had been laid to rest
Jealousy swarms my existence
Uncontrollable, passive-aggressive thoughts clamor and clang in my head
I fight the urge to lash out
I am drawn into this unpleasant pattern Being shaped into a version of me that I am not proud of
A version of me that is unkind and unladylike Becoming ill-natured and even a little spiteful
A Me that begrudges one moving on
I don't like the Me that I become on Friday
I want her gone
March 31, 2021
Categories:
ill natured, farewell, feelings, identity, jealousy,
Form: Free verse
Oh! This eternal, infernal lockdown
I want to strike out, in ill-natured rebellion,
but all I can do is grip at shapeless hope.
I’m free to dream, of course, and I dream
my fill - I’ve become a dreamaholic.
My omnifarious dreams are deliberate,
whimsical, vengeful, hopeful - they even
tiptoe love's erotic, cutting edge but reality
soon returns - stealthy as a parent -
to induce dark, ordered boredom.
Categories:
ill natured, 11th grade, angst, dream,
Form: Free verse
Call forth the war
Call forth a cunning shroud of aptitude
Bring down the damnation
Extinguishing the virtuous spender
Thy father of darkness, brightness
Let me call forth the dawn of a new era
Bringing down satire upon the blaspheme
Draining their wretched sublimeness
Build thy father’s tower of the begetter, in submissive
A shield that withstands the hostile ill-natured
Thou shall remain unbreakable, Thou shall remain blistering
For they cannot counter
Thy spirit, thy last breath, thy essence shall not be swallowed by the fury and flames
The scorcher of the skies, the quake of the earth
Let the light you hold glide across the lands
Hear me now and engorge my words, so life of all ether can concord
Upon the heaven gates and upon the magnified perdition
The principle forces that you wield binds are hands creating elasticity
Bringing obedience upon enormous power
Purify the bitterness upon lost souls
To stand free, calling on a brighter invocation
Categories:
ill natured, evil, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
To what eyes may be wandering, and whichever ears; pressed on wooden walls to grasp little hushes, may be present. I would but casually invite, as to remove the tension. Which may or may not have been present within the times past, and due to come. It is at this moment, in which the occasion has arisen with such momentum, that I speak upon thee with such subtlety. Take due apology, and please retain the impatience you may experience within the monotonous approach that I impede upon thee. Nor pay heed of overthought to the contradictive hypotheticals I may divulge. Yet I feel if there is no true discussion upon the matter. If we, as minds of many, choose so as to neglect what lays at our harbors. Whom rises at our hilltops with the shining of the world's sun at their backs. We have done nothing less than give in to ill-natured minds of cowards. You have then chosen to rank yourselves within the vast oceans of carcasses in which our brothers and sisters occupy. Stench lay at your feet, rot lay there. Do not let your pride reside with it. The decay and disrespect which so heavily laden the ground. Our backs bowed by the cumbersome blows of defeat.
Categories:
ill natured, community, power, society, truth,
Form: Free verse
My dear friend,
the fallen leaves were calling you.
My dear friend, the leaves were falling
in a whimsical woman’s mind.
My dear friend, for the night falls
the wind begins to rise, and passes through
with ill-natured to the heart that is easy to hurt.
My dear friend, after I spent a day
in the middle of a restless city,
and when I stand under such a wretched roadside tree,
the nostalgic sunset glow was stagger along with humming
a sorrowful melody.
My dear friend, for time grows
the light has shone on the soft hat.
My dear friend, for time grows
a lonely shadow embraces fallen leaves
and goes under the whispering street lamp.
Oh, my dear friend, for time is passing
under the whispering street lamp,
Oh, my dear friend,
I am dying to see you.
Categories:
ill natured, allegory, friend, lonely, longing,
Form: Free verse
keep my pace, stupid as others are, horizons belong for us not other than, steal my heart
whenever opprotunity presents a kick to the chest. just like you did shameless ill natured
proving yourself a fool.
Categories:
ill natured, anger, bullying, business, how
Form: Ballad