When you squeezed yourself between the tables and accedently stepped on my jeanlengs, I was so pissed that I turned at you and stared your back for 20seonds in silent.
That you interrupted my conversation.
That you interrupted my space without asking if I could move for a second.
You were too scared to ask,
I was scared to tell you that.
When I had a dream,
and I told you should watch out,
you turned around and said: "Alright, chill", since why I am making a fuss about such a small incident.
But it doesn't matter what you will say or how you would turn around,
In my dream I looked at you with teary eyes.
Even though you hadn't said anything yet.
Sweating she woke up,
soaking wet she was.
Nightmares from the past
coming to life.
She got up and walked,
she wanted to be sure,
she was awake
from the nightmares.
After a nice shower,
she stared at the white wall,
lost into her own thoughts,
coming as shadows
in the middle of the night,
without light, just darkness
of a hard past.
Irreparable harm on her heart,
but her soul is humble, looking
always for reasons,
looking for answers
in the middle of the night,
when she wakes up sweating,
feeling abandoned day by day
and night after night.
An abandoned child,
rejected as a bag of rubbish,
hit by life, growing between
sharks and the waves of life.
She grew up strong,
despite of being abandoned,
or rejected as a human being,
she made her way to keep her rage
far from a heart, managed by her mind,
which gave her the choice,
to forgive or to be soaking wet
at night with dark nightmares.
She had the choice to find herself,
after being lost and abandoned:
She chose to forgive with no stones
on her back.
I have never known true love/
All my life, I have wanted/
But a few things/
To be loved, to be accepted, to belong/
But, all they ever share/
Is their hate towards me/
I didn't do this, I'm innocent/
Maybe I never will/
Know true love, be accepted or belong/
But, I can still dream/
I can still wish/
Have you ever felt rejected
Out of place, not accepted
If so, you are not alone
Feeling flawed hurts to the bone
However, these feelings are a lie, not true
God created and delights in you
Don't allow another's put downs cause you to feel inferior
Those who do this want to feel superior
More important is God's thoughts than what they say
His love, His approval are all you need each day
Jesus said the one who comes to me will not be cast out
Follow Jesus, you will always be loved, no doubt
(Based on John 6:37)
Well well well how interesting
About to write about things stiffening
Like body parts selected
No body parts rejected
But be careful absolutely no roughening
The guy was hunched over the ATM
as if he thought
I was trying to read his pin number,
so I gave him some social distancing...
then some other guy cut the line ahead of me!
I wanted to shoot him a cutting remark
but he was kind of big and mean looking.
That night
I dreamt that I was trying to deposit
some of my new poems
but the ATM would not accept them.
Apparently I needed to change my pin number.
I changed it to 'poet'
I was still rejected.
Years ago ... I once considered her my best friend
we would go shopping and stop for lunch or just tea
we liked to talk of all sorts of things
she complimented my writing and art
I liked her a lot
I trusted her too
and I thought she was loyal
I never imagined cruelty
that she would just turn
disappear from my life ... gone
with no reason or the explaining of why
I left messages
but with no reply
I got the message loud and clear
I tried to figure it out
for I knew that I had done nothing wrong
never spoke to her again or tried
and that's okay I was just fine with being me
though I did feel hurt and rejected, and
I felt like ... I could never trust again
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February 10, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/Hurt and Rejected - IFL
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1524-474-10
All Rights Reserve, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, I Felt Like
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 02/20/2023
Second Place
Sometimes love's force makes us innovative,
When adoration longs to be demonstrative,
Through art, we express our affection,
Beyond mere words, a profound connection,
Love's mystique lures us into its hold,
Truth's arrow strikes, our hearts unfold,
But in this realm of emotions and desire,
Love can be rejected, extinguishing the fire,
As if humanity were a mere illusion,
Love's presence can face cold exclusion,
Yet, still, we brave love's treacherous terrain,
For the chance to embrace its joy and pain.
A shiny forest of an armpit
By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit;
A quick verifying touch of this
By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis
Also brandishing a moist pelvis,
For long months now excused by Doris
His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend
But clearly seeking its abrupt end.
Anew, Elvis investigative finger
Goes for The Sticky Feeling that would linger,
His Poor Hygiene Principal Bell Ringer
And Change-for-the-Better Soft Singer;
To his Dad something he should be killed for,
As he keeps wondering what he’s waiting for,
Already by him pronounced A Serious Matter
And on Offending Elvis’ Head a metallic clatter …
His show of disgust had to be perfected
Because Elvis has a wisdom rejected
“All the stops pulling out to pick poor hygiene
From his interactions with Useless Eugene!”
Rejected defective
Socially unaccepted what saved me from this hell my death did
Bruised and busted none can be trusted what put me here my love did tarnished and jaded all memory of me faded this unknown place that I lie is not with the angels in the sky
Lost in bitterness she alarms
Voice became sharp to their ears
Back to back, they threw her out
Slippers left her feet with tears.
Standing on that road she sweats
After nine months she was rejected
Parents left her in an absolute mess
Lawyers passed and don't care.
O, parents! you're the cause of the rape
You're the cause of prostitution
If this child shall die from severe headache,
What will you say about misery?
O thy mothers! can you bear a child and beseech death?
O mothers! can you lose pounds of blood and see thy child in tears?
O Parents!, work constructively,
And change your mentality.
So the fragment of their brief gloat,
Humbled their cacophony,
Their nails cultivated deeply beneath my skin.
Scratching for hidden gems
As my tears dried pages of a book empty
They each left with a little satisfaction
The depth of mutilation, their cheer halted
The distance that split us mirrored me
The bloody earth braced rejected scars that healed
We'll all be old dogs someday
if we last so long.
We'll remember when we were young
and active and greatly loved.
But then one day someone
dumped us off at the side of the road
because adult diapers were getting
expensive and conversations
took us forever searching for our words.
So there we are
on the side of the road, afraid,
slow from age just kind of waiting
for someone to remember
to come back and get us,
while we become increasingly
rattyass and flea-bitten
with muddy poo under our tails.
Will there be
one final round of happiness
for any of us?
rejected heart
jagged memories
cut up dreams into tatters ~
a rejected heart weeps
11/9/20
She dumped him, he wouldn't have it,
stood outside her house all night,
not just once it was a habit,
forcing her to make things right.
Told him she wants him to leave,
he got angry nasty and cried,
he couldn't just let it be,
rejected mate, have some pride.
When people don't want you, tell 'em where to go,
same if you met 5 minutes, or 10 years ago.
You're someone they don't want to know,
don't beg all desperate "no no no".
You have no respect for her,
you've no respect for you,
she doesn't want you in her life,
but stay is what you do.
Have some pride mate,
leave, start new
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