Thread: Look at Me (Language Warning)

I'm not sure whether this is even poetry and its pretty unstructured. I hope you get something out of it though... also it has some swearing, I'm not sure how to use the disclaimer tags or whatever it is, sorry!


Look at me, she said
I looked but I saw nothing

Hold me, she said
I touched but I felt nothing

I don't want to run from love forever
but my wounds are still fresh
and old scars ache

animal fear of the unknown, of forever

*

"Intuition of the universe"
You're so demanding, I'm selfish for sure
can't see sometimes

I'm impatient too, you're eternal, unchanging
the perfect match. ha ha ha ha

Don't say one thing and do another
mysterious ways? I'm unfulfilled.
always hungry. Always

*

Am I stuck or am I moving slowly?
Am I climbing an unending mountain?
Who knows, but no change is apparent

A long road, but with an end in sight,
and though I'm blind it's changing underfoot
the rumble of something approaching.

Oh my wounds are such vanity!
such a sin to feel
to love
to long
to hunger
to search
lies. lies. lies. LIAR

*

What can I do that is holy?
When my actions are stunted in times grip,
my words dying on bled-out lips

Jealous of profanity, of simplicity
of baser, self centered indulgence
burdens of destination. privilege

I know, I understand, I follow, I must, but
I do not do
DO. DO. DO.
JUST FUCKING DO IT

*

Am I a coward
Am I a coward
Is that what it is.
not self hate, pity, no?
not even that? what then.

I love the world
There I said it!
I love its temporarity
Like my self, brief
and beautiful in brevity
I think you agree. I presume
too much

What do I love more?
Don't bother me.
Don't bother me!! GO AWAY
I'm sinning, busy. GO AWAY I said.
I'm such a fucking INFANT.

Just give me an ultimatum
a real one, in my face
get in my FACE. grab my shirt
MAKE ME CHOOSE

Choices are empty, always.
I wish I could sit still in time
Arms folded, legs crossed - nursery school.

*

We are creatures of habit.
break my habits, please.
Just actually do this one thing
You NEVER LISTEN
You NEVER LISTEN
YOU. NEVER. LISTEN.
Married couple. Irony.

Close.
You.
Understand.
Don't You?
Peace, not for long!
But I don't mind

The Blood of the Lamb covers all things.

hi there, i'll just work out how to edit the title and put a language warning on it for you

edit:
for future reference, language warnings are included in the title when you start a thread
and the poetry posting guidelines sticky has instructions for adding a disclaimer
you may edit your posts at any time by clicking the little pencil at the bottom

and cheers