Vent
I am tired of of fighting
With people who don't understand
That I need to vent
Now that I am
Tired
They tell me
That I don't work enough
That is a white lie
I work a few hours for God
That is enough for me
Today is Sunday
I will sleep in in the morning
Theres paint on the walls that I couldn't scratch off
Theres wine in my glass- I had filled to the top
The blood likes to speak- stubborn trying tough
Life is infuriating, and I've had enough…
Angry red marks 'They're so beautiful let them show?'
Oh, so very beautiful under the hospital glow
I was but once 10, when I thought I'd had it all
But 4th grade math was the lest of it all
I was but once 5, I couldn't recall-
Smashing and bashing, destructive downfall
I was but once young, I was once small
I was but once older, yet I was once tall
I was but once, oh so many, many things
Yet my stomach still rumbles, my ears still ring
The marks stain skin, even after all this time
The pill's still bitter, a salted lime
Voices command the blade- so shiny and bright
And they tell me I won't- miss the vein this time....
Venting...
I trust NO one here,
I have a REALLY good life,
I WILL care for Sean!
Some people DO care!
Sometimes, I think way too much...
I say, "GO to Hell!"
Scarlet Cope, is or will be my wife,
She is freaking hot and I hope to spend my life with,
I still have some hope but can I cope?
I pushed her away,
The hotel was WAY too much,
I miss her dearly,
I lived in hotels,
I worked in them,
We should NOT have to live in them,
I am NOT a jew,
I still have many Jewish friends,
I studied their ethics,
There is NO end,
You can be my friend,
Be there in the end,
In this evil world,
We MUST transcend this,
My name is Glenn...
And yours is... ___________
My lungs fill as I inhale the smoky haze of the September breeze.
Overcast skies stare down on me until the guilt drenches my bones.
A puppet to the pressures of most I cannot control, gnawing at my ears until the only thing I hear is the deafening sound of my own thoughts.
I no longer wish to be another pawn in this unjust game.
I will grow my wings and wander far beyond.
I shall not be influenced to abide by social acceptance, for I am simply over it.
I am over the influence.
DEAR FRIEND,
THE END IN FRIEND HITS THE DEEP END,
THE SHADOW I USED TO DEFEND,
AT PRESENT I HAVE NONE TO DEPEND,
ITS AS IF ALL YOU DID WAS PRETEND.
DEAR FRIEND,
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU I SPENT,
ALL YOU LEFT WAS A PAINFUL DENT,
CURRENTLY ALL I CAN DO IS VENT,
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO SERPENT.
DEAR FRIEND,
I NOW HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY,
YOU HAVE LET MY FEELINGS DIE,
YOU WERE NEVER TRUTHFUL TO ME, YOU LIE!,
I HAD TO WAVE YOU GOODBYE
DEAR FRIEND,
I THANK YOU FOR ONE THING,
FOR TEACHING ME FRIENDSHIP CAN STING,
I AM THE ONE I HAVE TO CLING,
GRATEFUL YOU'RE NOT HERE THIS SPRING.
Do you now feel at ease?
When it's all said and done
When you've seen and loved
Saw the darkest side of life
And even questioned the sands of time
When you looked up in the sky
And acknowledged the beauty of the sun
Seen storms imbibe people and trees
How did you feel?
When you sometimes had friends
But sometimes thought you didn't care
How much hurt or happiness did it bring?
Did you have those nights where you could not sleep?
When you said you were fine but you were not
You wanted to vent but kept it short
When you saw the worst but kept going
Did you ever feel like quitting?
You were not wrong to feel wounded
You weren't wrong to keep your heart wooden
I want you to ask yourself this,
"Do I now feel at ease?"
I was born and always lived
In the Surigao Strait, this stormy sea,
On the shore there are usually trees,
When there is a storm and the noise of the trees,
It's an extraordinary feeling.
I always came to the cliff in the evening
To a deserted place and shouted to the sea
That there is power, no one will hear, only the sea,
I must scream everything to the core,
If possible, on the top of my lungs
I always do like this when I'm sad
To communicate with the sea alone.
As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire
As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of my belongings
Cursing the raging red-devil that flies
I have molded statue, image so vain
Whispers flow from its giant dead fingers
And the evening shadows do deeply pain
I watch as love's brilliant sunset lingers
Watch I your shadow dancing to the song
And rapturous violin stands to joy play
As the small red ants scurry right along
Dare I say I miss not soul's empty throngs.
You my lover, live for the breath of my desire.
As I vent on you this hot-born sexual fire!
Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
July 7th, 2013
i want to tear my body into ribbons
and watch myself cascade down onto the floor
i cannot keep reforming myself just to fall apart again
efforts to maintain a stasis in composure are wasted on this anxiety-ridden mind
my legs are still writhing in pain
my chest hasn’t ceased its tightening
i don’t understand it
i can’t keep this up
i don’t know if i’m cut out for anything
it’s all so much right now
too much
Behind the masks
We are safe
From epidemics
Behind the masks
Thieves and robbers
Being not recognised
Are safe too
Behind the masks
Voices become indistinct
Dining becomes inconvenient
Smiling hidden
Anger has no vent
Sorrow and despair overlooked
Beauty not appreciated
Behind the masks
Just like the politicians and cheaters
Never show their real faces
But don't worry
God always read your hearts
But not your faces
Requite is unavoidable at times unless necessary
some present and won't expect anything back in return
it's a reputable thing to practice if arbitrary
there are people that don't and expect downturn
My husband wants his money back and will lend it
I don't bestow and clutch things to advocate
we differ on that so we don't let people borrow we quit
I had a neighbor who bartered so I had to alienate
I swear she would bum cigarettes and hand me things
I didn't desire any of it and didn't wish to transfer that
at the same time another friend was doing that strings
she was messed up at the time and closeness was chat
I haven't dealt with any of this so I'm getting it out now
I tend to bottle things inside and procure tense and tight
that's what poetry is to me to express what is anyhow
I feel improved though it's tough putting it on this site
Awake too soon
awake in the dark
dark too familiar to fear
first foe, now friend
minutes pass like falling snow
time stopped
sun looming
sun lurking
somewhere near
out of sight
passing beneath my feet
circling
circling
great
white
coming at me fast
ready to seize me with the sharp enamel of its rays
I sit
In the dark
Awake
in the dark
Watching the sleeping wind roll over in its blanket of leaves
But only a moment
nothing really moves
except for the sun
coming at me fast
Where are all the women
the moon-eyed lionesses,
the stampeding herds of udders, vulvas, and horns
that tears the earth and trampled the serpents and scorpions?
Where are the mother bears that rip the ruby bark from the bodies of predators?
Where are all the women
ready to drown bad men in their menses?
Where are the Valkyrie
spears held high
iron breasts as bright as the sun-lit frost of Valhalla?
Where are the daughters of Shango,
that sharpen the double axe to take the life of the two faced thief?
Where is that rage that moves mountains
reshapes the world with fire?
Where are the women that are the waves of the weepless sea that pickles the eyes of arrogant men
and feeds the reef with their flesh?
Where are our warriors?
Where are our demons?
Where are our humans that are not too good to save the world?
Was Awakened Then Tried To Vent
Had been awakened then tried to vent;
Made no difference wherever we went;
Budget brewing;
Ended up doing,
So much more money would be spent.
Jim Horn
VENT
Those 4 letters hold the key,
They’re the fundamental difference between you and me.
For you are not woman,
You are a man.
You try to fix things,
I throw toys out the pram.
No solution is needed for every problem that's made,
Offer an ear and listen to my mad tirade.
Then when I am done my peace it returns,
For venting is essential to all womanly concerns!
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