Description: Diaryism is a fancy name for a poetic journal entry.
I too write poerty thats really only directed at myself, the trick I think is to try and do it in a way that avoids drawing on things your feeling and instead draws on a universal pool of common emotion. Sometimes I can and sometimes, well, I've burned my share of journals too.
This is 4 years old, from the last time I had romantic trama, sort of like a wake up call to myself to get on with it.
Zen is a fine concept to toy
with when all you have to
worry about is begging for rice
and your posture.
But Life is seldom so kind
as to allow pauses for the
inspection of the now.
I am angry and frustrated, unable
to let my voice rise to the volume
of my soul because good boys
are quiet boys and I don't
like conflict so I choke back
bitterness and bile and wonder
what it's going to be this time
more bullshit no doubt pulled out
and put on display well after the fact
because she couldn't discuss it
when it happened
And all this time I was just
supposed to smile and eat shit
I did and I'll admit
that there were times
when it was worth it to be
close to what I could not have
gritting my teeth and pulling
blackout shades over windows
so she won't see that I'm in pain
so that she won't see that I'm angry
and take herself away again
Even though I know that she's only
mine in my sense of pretending
GOD DAMN IT
but I realize that she already has
It was her indiscretion that ended it
not mine and her insistence that
kept me bottled and pent up
and I know that I'm the one
who has the keys to my freedom
but every time she hears the jingle
she comes running to reinforce
subtle control
reducing my inner garden to kudzu
and every time I manage to pull it all up
she walks by with a handful of seeds
Laughing
Strong emotion, mildly caotic, and subtle rhyming...this is a very good poem. I can't really find anything worth correcting, so keep it up. This one was really good. Check out some of my works and please review. 5 stars.
Submission Name: Untitled (diaryism)
