Compilations of Complications
A chronicle of individual poems written with a common emotion over a span of time.
The Other Essay
Yap, yap, yap
All you do is talk
It burns, you spit
I die
Departure time is nearing
Hooray! I get a new feeling
In the afterlife let us not meet
I certainly won't greet!
Yet Another Essay
Hello, again you murderous fool
You sure are not hapless
Enough of your banter
Kill! Kill!
Death that you have escaped
From me
If you won't die
I will! For my sanity
Tomorrow I'll be dead
Today you'll have me killed
Yesterday we weren't happy
Forever we'll be lonely
For I Alone
To take part in this most atrocious practice
And to try to become what is
To be requested and expected of me
I resign my will to you
In that very moment you spoke to me
I was lashed, criticized, and humiliated
Like a person most vile and lowest of low
I was treated like dirt.
The constant disapproval from you
The one thing that brightens your miserable existence
It is disheartening and derrogatory
Wrong in every form.
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