This is my first time doing NaPoWriMo, but I'm excited, there's no rhyme or reason for the collection of poems, they're all just things that came to me for one reason or another. Be warned, however, I'm going through a difficult time right not so I cannot promise a lot of "happy" poems, I may not even be able to promise you one, but I hope you enjoy anyway. Thanks for dropping by.
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I. Dear God,
Last edited by Fictitious on Mon Apr 15, 2013 1:15 am, edited 1 time in total.
Dear God, You stole a mother from her, and ripped her baby boy from her arms. So I hope you wont take offense if I show the slightest bit of alarm, When and if I see the light I hope everyone else is gone. Because I cannot bear to see their face. Can not avoid the stares. Can not avert my eyes, quick enough from all the glares.
You may not hold me like a child, if you’ve never done so before. I do not want your tender pats. If I have to say it, I’ll scream it , If I have to live it, I’ll die. Don’t you gaze upon my gaze, and mouth the word “Why?”
I’ll pull this razor through my heart, I’ll drench my arms in blood, If I have to utter one more goodbye to someone that I love.
I’ll tell this paper of my sorrow, I’ll write it down in red ink, Because if the thought crosses my mind again I’ll fill this whole goddamn sink. I want to scream at you for screaming, I don’t want your fucking prayers. All the words to God could never explain why he wasn’t there.
I’ll carve your name into my memories, as it I could forget, That I’m the one who wants to bear it, tag me in, I’m it! I hate what I’ve become, and I hate what I have been. I measure myself in teaspoons in the eyes of all your men.
So here's the message I’m writing you, I hope you get it loud and clear. You wipe your eyes so you can see, you clean your ears so you can hear. I thought I needed you all along to tell me who to be. When low and be-fucking-hold it was you who needed me. You do not exist without my wonder, you do not exist without my praise. So if this is my final breath, then farewell my forlorn days.
I hate you for what you did, and I hate you for what you've done. I don’t know if I want to cross that finish line, don’t know if I want to know who won. I'm gonna yell if I feel like yelling, I'm gonna cry if I want to cry. So if I can ask you one more favor, will you promise me you'll die? You drove a wedge between the world and crushed every last dream. So if it looks like I am smiling things are not as they seem.
I'll smash a hole in all your walls, I’ll take a bat to your new windows. I’ll rid you from my pores, I’ll take a shit in all your temples. All forgiving? All knowing? All seeing? Please! How come you didn’t save him when he fell on wounded knees.
I'll sing a song of all my anger, I'll bleed in shades of rage. Because you let that fucker free, and you kept us all in cage.
What have I EVER done to you? What has anyone for that matter? You eat up all this pain, greedy motherfucker couldn’t get any fatter
I’ll scar your name across my chest and bleed till blood no more. You piss on all your saints, and kiss on all your whores. If you spoke a word to me now, about what you heard about what you saw, I'd pray everyday you were physical, I’d ram my fist into your jaw. So here's my strongly worded letter to the world's most fucked up father. Signed in blood, and sealed in salt,
