Never have I painted such a portrait
without a medium of any sort.
Never have I pictured you so horribly
as an ugly, ungrateful, bitter, sadistic,
and twisted human being.
Never have I had such a feeling of hatred,
a desire to sit you down and shut you up.
Never have I wanted to cross out another
completely until no trace remained,
to send you on your way and push you around
and around and around.
Never have I craved the pain and wince
of another, the reaction of your face beastly,
sour eyes on fire, lips curled
in an attempt to scare childhood back into me.
Refusing to cower, I smile as to say
that you can do nothing, nothing to damage me.
I am strong and you are weak.
And at your fifty-three years of age,
wasted on drugs, casual sex and divorce,
you still can't get your feet on the ground
enough to love or listen.
You can't get your head around the art
of forgiveness, you just have to
relive relive relive!
until there's nothing else
to look forward to but death.
That's all that's left now.
You put yourself in this mess.
Only you could have changed it
but instead, you fall to murdering
every musical note in my body
with your hollowed speech.
You crave my failure, my downfall,
my surrender.
You shouldn't even be allowed to speak,
to dream, you just waste those freedoms.
You're a faithless fake, You devil,
manipulative and irate.
You liar, you pitiful wreck of a woman,
you self-righteous circus act.
Do me a favour and fall off the face of this earth.
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I like the title...strong stuff. But the image of a 'puta de diablo' is not human in my head. I suppose every poet has written about their parents...and most often about their mothers. I wonder why that is?
Its painful writing. This poem has a feel of rawness to it. Almost like anger is seeping out of your gritted teeth and clenched fist. I can see how your mother doesn't seem to see where you are coming from...the ever reliable nag and messenger of doom. You paint a picture of a sad woman who has spent her life. You draw her life as meaningless, after all she is but waiting for death. And though she is an external force, she is also your demon. After all she is your mother. Yet, maybe...this poem is a way to wash her out of you. For our parents have the power to put things in our head and make us believe in it, to those fortunate enough those things are positive. But we are unfortunate an d we deal with this daily. But i guess the best thing about it all, is the recognition that they exist and that we must guard ourselves from such people...fight them if we must.
welcome back synth.
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A Rough Ride
Powerful stuff Synth. Such gall as can only exist between truly intimate people is cruelly but elegantly expressed here. It makes a rough ride of a read but a worthy one. I offer no advice or analysis except of the work. It's good work. 'Happy New Year' sounds trite now but I wish it to you all the same. >W<
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Hey Windhover, so nice of you to stop by and read this one.
I hope the New Year is treating you well!
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Whore of the Devil Don´t Stand a Chance!
Hiya Synth. Whew! Now this is what I call a RANT. With overtones of Mommy Dearest and undertones of all the hurt, betrayal, pain and disappointment possible to evoke in a poem. Did you feel emotionally knackered after writing this?
A lucid catharsis with poetic moments borne upon harpoons of vitriol. Despite the inherAnt negativity of a diatribe I do deduce much positivity in this: it feels to me a poetic call to arms, a marshalling of will and resources to avail against a truly negative, pernicious influence. With your poem here, Synth, you prove how well the quill can enunciate and stand against such malign forces. The best of luck! You stand proud.
A fortuitous new Annum
Warmest regards
gG
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Hey there, gnosisonG. Thanks for reading and commenting.
This certainly is a rant and it happens to be about my mother. We've never seen eye to eye as you may be able to tell. After I wrote this I felt like I cleaned a bunch of thoughts and feelings out of myself and yes, I was actually exhausted.
I'm glad you see the positive side of this. I do intend to stand and I will, no matter who or what is threatening to crush me.
Thanks again, so much. It's lovely to hear from you,
Kristin
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