A Beast
Only once you took my innocence away
your perverseness the mind to sway
I fled the house and climbed a tree
The fear that gripped me I’ll never be free
When you went back to your drink
My sanity pushed to the very brink
Fear and anxiety crushing my soul
My mother I searched for me to console
Tears streaming but no words came
I sat on her lap till her legs went lame
The story told she confronted you
The reality of your lies was due
Hatred and anger were unleashed
Forever you turned into a beast
I became a punching bag, a scapegoat
Mother and father, my future rewrote
When you died, I did not cry
A sigh of relief I sighed.
By Cathrin Stuart
Categories:
perverseness, anxiety, childhood, family, love,
Form: Rhyme
To be seemingly individually targeted
By all the wrath and perverseness
In this world
Personified by a heartless imbecile
I know
I know
It’s not okay
But, I plead with you
Beseech you, implore you
To allow
My arms and heart
And dozens of familiar more
And a plethora of friends yet to meet
To envelop you in a celestial hug
And gently press
The hope, virtue, and integrity
Still in this world
Through your understandably hardened skin
And into your bloodstream
To allow you to feel
The integrity and veracity of my words
When I whisper
It’s okay
It’s going to be okay
Categories:
perverseness, depression, friend, mental health,
Form: Free verse
Perverseness
(from a Poe story)
Can imply
The end of what
Seems as control
Perhaps a
Sordid deed..
A one-word
Story
Suggesting the
End of choice...
Categories:
perverseness, confusion, sad love, storm,
Form: Blitz
It’s dark down here
An uncomfortable pit
Devoid of cheer
But it’s not the Wishing Well, is it?
My stomach hurts
My head aches
I speak in spurts
My world quakes
Tears flow over and
I think I might be sick
Don’t give me your hand;
I’ll take it too quick
Well, I’ve read some books
The Imp of Perverseness has got me
But just off of looks
I’d say I can still see visibly
Clouds are rolling
Clocks tick
This pit is controlling
Nothing will click
I know it’s not that hard
I know I can fix this
But I’ve let down my guard
And everything’s amiss
I’ve stopped moving pieces
In a complex game of chess
Pawns lost in creases
Well, I guess that’s stress
Categories:
perverseness, cry, school, sick, sometimes,
Form: Rhyme
Voice aloud a melody to the Lord
of His justice and love to trust
ponder much of His perfect way
walk in integrity heart full ready to burst
Promise never to look at worthlessness
hating works of those that fall
run away from perverseness and folly
to know no evil make you call
Destroy all the secret slanderers
don’t give time to arrogant of heart
look with favour on the faithful
so they dwell with you not just a part
Shut your door on the deceitful
make sure wars will not before you endure
every morning destroy all of the wicked
from God’s city cut off all evil to be sure
(Psalm 101)
Categories:
perverseness, bible, god, spiritual, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
The joys and pleasures of drinking
Having been asleep and submerged
Re-awakened and buoyed up
As a herald of the great war within
Never ceasing but ravaging my soul
A wave tossed to and fro
by winds of wisdom and foolishness
Tipsy and drowsy I stumbled
fell and broken, snared and taken
Bruised on my forehead and left eye
A public display of folishness and blindness
With no soundness in my head
But wounds, bruises and putrefying sores
My lofty looks were humbled
and my haughtiness bowed down
Instead of a sweet smell,
there is a stench
And in the place of a rich robe
a girding of a sackcloth
An honourable man famished
and his multitudes dried up
It is not for kings to drink wine
nor for rulers to desire strong drink
lest they drink and go astray
and the sheep be without a shepherd
I am a king and a priest
for the display of the manifold wisdom
Not perverseness and foolishness
Categories:
perverseness, allegory, faith, inspirational, drink,
Form: I do not know?
Some have this wrong conception of me...
being separated from society,
and it may seem strange or naive
that isolation is what I choose;
and they deride me with malevolence!
Am I someone so maleficient...
that they fear me so obsessingly,
or is there any other reason beyond that?
I fill up my spaces with words,
that aren't the fragraments
of someone's else voice...
which comfirms frivolity;
I come right in the open and declare them
with unresisting liberty..
and it would self-defeating, if I didn't seek fame
and stood out from others who condone originality!
People without wisdom
are prone to make mistakes,
to be so norrow-minded...not to see
their false image in that illusionary mirrow;
and their views are clouded by perverseness,
but mine are as sparkling and pure
as the clear waters of a wide river,
which empties itself into the untroubled sea!
I fill up my spaces with words so delightful,
that are an alternative to pain;
a-newly-found-cure for loneliness...
to be lifted up by worthiness,
and disregard what's so harmful,
insignificant and vain:
to be seen in the spotlight,
which seldom doesn't seem so bright!
Categories:
perverseness, inspirational, nature, people, philosophy,
Form: Free verse