Introspection

More poetry...

Please forgive me sweetie...

Sometimes I can be an idiot.

Been alone for so long…

So long… all I had was a song.

 

I didn’t mean to hurt you baby…

Sometimes I go a bit crazy,

It’s just jealousy, really.

My Heart can feel it.

 

Yes… I wrote some harsh words…

And I like hash buds…

Baby it’s just poetry.

Don’t mind it silly.

 

Honey… I love you.

Wanna call you, baby boo…

Am I mistaken?

Maybe… a bit too much for you?

 

 Honey… I’m a train wreck…

Really only want, a bit of respect.

So sad… matter that fact…

We sometimes, lose track.

 

I’m doing some introspection,

sometimes I may, lose direction…

Looking at my reflection,

shadow and ghostly infection.

 

Darkness takes over me…

I pray the Light may shine bright.

So it doesn’t get a hold of me,

Like that Kid… called Billy.

 

Baby… I’m an outlaw…

Outcast, forecast…

Lion with a bloody paw,

Leave God’s forgiveness for the last…

 

Baby you’re awesome…

So awesome it’s insane.

You are always so kind,

so forgiving, never to blame.

 

Must be Karma, some say…

Hey, hey, hey, hey…

I laugh at the day…

The night has shades of grey.

 

Baby… it’s just life…

Some live… some die…

Every single damn day.

You know me baby, I do say.

 

The news are quite upsetting,

Rather live inside my shell…

And if a temple you’re erecting,

It’s gonna be, Heaven and Hell.

 

Demons may crawl…

Angels may fall…

The Heaven cries dark tears…

Ah! My beloved ones, my dears.

 

Nothing ever lasts forever…

Everything is relative, negative or positive.

Things turn worse, things turn better...

Just like the damn weather!!!

 

I am a Poet and this is my Verse.

And so I proclaim it to be…

For the better or for the worse.

Damn empty purse!!!

 

I bless… I curse…

I am the best…

I am the so very worst…

Fats eat, ‘till they burst.

 

Don’t mind my Poetry…

Really no ideology.

Chaos and disorder…

A life line out of order

 

Man… I wrote a lot…

Wouldn’t call it,

Writers block…

Just… name it.

 

Perfection is hard to reach…

Don’t see it in bleach…

Some things are out of reach,

And life… can be a real b***h!!!

Author's Note

Introspection.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice flow of thoughts and I liked the ending statements.
"Don’t mind my Poetry…
Really no ideology.
Chaos and disorder…
A life line out of order"
The above lines. Were very good and thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you so much friend!

I appreciate your review and kind words.

So glad you enjoyed the poem.

Take care!

Blessed be!

;)

[Pete]

what a great word - introspection. cool write though a bit disturbing. flows well with honest thoughts to the climactic, telling ending. honest and deep ... :)

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you.
I am glad you enjoyed my work.
:)

[Soyam]

Ji love these verses.

Yup it's true! Nobody is perfect :)

"Darkness takes over me…
I pray the Light may shine bright.
So it doesn’t get a hold of me,
Like that Kid… called Billy." We too pray the same.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Hey... happy to see you around.

Thank you for the awesome review...

;)

[NelliKong]

there were several lines in this poem that stood out me. I also like were you place your brakes in your poem.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Nelli...

I appreciate your review very much.

;)

[W. Barrett Munn]

My initial reaction is that woman might find the tone offensive, especially American women: sweetie, baby, these are words of affection but also are known to be words tossed around by misogyniststo demean.
I see a lot of good things in this but I think it could use tightening up in spots. I do like the feel of the poet not really knowing where his words are leading him-that is a real plus.
Also keep in mind we can be too cute with word choices.

Winston

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Winston...

I appreciate your review.

Many times I just start writing and go on...

Yes... maybe it could be polished a bit more.

Usually... I write a bit with raw emotion...

And I enoy playing with words a bit.

Thank you so much!!!

Pedro

[The_Ancient_Rock]

*enjoy not enoy...

Sorry for the error.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I was just fortunate enough to have been selected for a critique of two poems by the editor of Rattle, Tim Green. I learned so much it was mind blowling. That's what I'm trying to pass along. I don't mean to criticize but to critique; without critique, we cannot grow.

Winston

PS: you are on the right track. Don't ever write knowing where you are going to end. Poetry is about discovery, letting the reader discover along with you.

[W. Barrett Munn]

PS again:
Another thing you could do is start this with a character:
In his black leather jacket and sideburns, his head titlted to one side, a toothpick dangling, he said, Please forgive me, Sweetie, ....

Now it is the character who is dismissive not the poet.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

How interesting...

Yes... maybe... thank you.

I don't mind the critique... I actually enjoy it.

I've studied English for a few years... but many of it... I've learned alone.

I feel really honored that some people enjoy and write about my poetry.

Thank you so much... for the friendly advise.

This one... I think I'll leave it like it is.

But it might be... a good start... for a new one.

;)

Thank you again, friend!