Rebirth

Humor me
and tell me it's going to be alright
in the end.

Exaggerate
falsify
make up
vacant lies and
repeat them all
while you smile like you don't even
mean it.

Please
give me your fakest laughter and
hold me although I've been very
wrong and
fallible.
Take my hand and squeeze it
tightly
while I continue to
make the same
mistakes
over and over and

over

again

never saying I'm

sorry.

Fall with me
while I sink down under
into the ground to
Hell
and help me to blow out the
flames
that burn my skin.

Be my hairpin
hold me back
while I spew from
overindulgence
during the bad
times.
Make love to me
while I grow fat
and rotund
from
gluttony.

Promise to take me back
when I pursue the lust
of another man
woman
object
paycheck
thought
crime.

Lend me your patient ear
when I need a shoulder
to cry so loud and honestly upon.
Let me flood your home with
teardrops
and
wine and
late night
conversation.

Respect me fully

though
I've given you little confidence 

or reason.

  

trust me
though I've
lied.

 
Push me, press me, kick me
while I'm
down
feeling useless, lazy, undone
with no need to face the
morning 

sun. 

Help me up
out of
bed

when I cannot bring 

myself
to
bathe

my soiled

tired

skin.

Humor me.
Make believe so very
sweetly
that it's worth the heartache
empty birthdays
empty minds
empty rooms
closed caskets and
closed memories.

Sometimes that's all we need
to wake up again tomorrow
willing to start again

anew
awakened
atoned

reborn.
 

Reviews

[Nightfeather]

This poem is simply beautiful for it is the perfect combination of breaking free from traditional poems and managing to gift this poem the power that it deserves. You have emphasized the importance of support and to not give up on each other, something that must be reminded to most for it is something that is easily forgotten. Love is nonexistent when you are not both acting as a pillar, so that your love may never falter and crumble to just fade in the eternity of our life.

Good job :D

[rutherford]

Compelling read. Your short phrases and simple strong words give the poem its power. Enjoyed the contradiction this presents that sometimes we want the praise and kind words even though it's not sincere--we all need it even if we know it may be false. I can see the Bukowski influence.

[Dayran]

A nice poem that bares it all ... and does not move to hide from anything ... much less from itself. A poem like a basket of fruits and wine for the new neighbor who's just moved in. A great way to meet someone. hi Kelly!

[stephen dillon]

everything you have written in this piece is the best think I've ever read
seriously

[Kelly A. Brown]

Wow, thank you. That's very flattering.

[Kelly A. Brown]

I don't usually get too many reviews because I am kind of quiet on here haha

[stephen dillon]

me too i hope and also... think you will find a playground of sorts in my poems

[_mal]

This is so honest and real, there's not many willing to bare themselves like this, and so beautifully. I can relate to everything though these are the parts that are hard to admit. Weakness, need, love. I will be reading more from you

[Lori]

Wonderful poem. I love how this really captures what I think we all feel from time to time. Some days we really don't see the poing of going through the motions, but we allow are selves to be convinced that tomorrow will be different. I think this deftly walks the delicate line between despair and hope. There's the jaded mind that knows that the propping up by the other person is someone dishonest, but the heart doesn't care. It wants to believe in a new beginning.