Ha. Ha. I wrote another poem about being tired. And it's also another angry poem about my mother. Who is surprised. No one is surprised. A day may come when I will write something that is not about being pissed off at my mum, but today is not that day. Sorry that this one is particularly crap. They are only getting worse.
You
Everything seeps down from my head, limbs, torso; through my feet into the carpet, until I am so weary that even breathing is a labour.
I break easy. You break me so easily.
Or, alternatively:
MOTHER used absorb. It’s super effective! PIGEON had their energy drained! PIGEON used passive aggression… but nothing happened.
My sister is getting married tomorrow and if you doubt that I am the worst bridesmaid ever then I am about to prove you wrong. I'll just say, for those of you who know the people involved, this is not really an accurate depiction of how I feel, I'm just sick of the preparations, and the poem got away from me.
A Wedding Card
Congratulations, on this, your special day. I look forward to watching you both descend further into mediocrity.
Congratulations, on following the plan laid down so long ago we’ve all forgotten why.
Congratulations, something old, something new, borrowed, blue, just as you were told to do. You changed your name, you merged your funds (debts) and you already ridicule each other publicly.
Congratulations, the fun part’s next. I hope to god that someone has explained it to you.
Okay, so, while I haven't been posting anything here, I have been writing poetry. It's just all been for an assessment, and I'm nervous about putting it online before the assessment is marked in case their plagiarism checker gets confused. Poems here will resume, soon(ish).
