Not That Type Of Poem

Not That Type Of Poem long poem

Photo by marc falardeau

Sorry death
But I’m going to cheat on you
With life that is
She’s too beautiful
With her crisp fresh air days
And her sun filled rays
In this poem
This girl lives for another day

I finally wake up
Not dreading the day to come
A new chapter in my life
Has just begun
My intruding thought each day
Was grab the pills and swallow whole
Take them dry
They’ll hurt you more
The quicker the deed
Will send me on my way, godspeed
So I wasn’t allowed around pills
Not even Tylenol
Only leeway I had was antacids
My mother at least didn’t want me to have to deal with a heartburn that would kill

I didn’t know how to tie a noose
Mine would probably be too loose
I fall and scratch my knee
Bleed a little
Get upset
And go to sleep
My mother would hear a thud
See the rope hanging
A chair underneath
Sit down, look at me, and wonder what she did wrong
When in fact, it’s my brain that is singing a song
Off key, no melody, that’s why it must end
But as I said in the beginning
This poem is not about suicide, depression, or killing

I have come to terms with myself
My general persona
My illness
I want wellness
And I am in a general content state of who I am
But there are certain aspects of life that are worth living for
The smell of milk tea, brewing on the stove
The middle of autumn, and hearing all the crows
Warmth, I’m the midst of cold
When your heart shatters, but someone fills the cracks with gold
I will die for the things I love
But the things I live for
Are the things I will live for

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Rayanne Esparza

Rayanne Esparza

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I am 21 years old, and have a burning passion for writing about topics that aren't discussed at the dinner table mainly in the style of free verse. Metal, punk rock, and poetry are 3 things that calm me down, and help me express my most inner raw emotions.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson elegy

And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the

I Fear Not

I Fear Not short poem

As I leave this world, I worry not. I’ll simply move on to the next. I’ve been to many places will be to many more. What we see is not all there is. Realms upon realms there truly be. Existence

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

Sleepy Eyed Poem

Sleepy Eyed Poem short poem

A sleepy set of eyes As I awoke to write A little blurry as I type Through a sleepy set of eyes Blinking once blinking twice To let these eyes adjust Helping me read and think Sinking each word into