Bitter Edges

what's that you say

Bitter Edges

 

I was starved strained layed down drained

held apart from the start right from the heart

was it stalled or called a thing needing pain

I was held to meld in the form dealing heat

 

You came from the same lame game tamed

so you thought it was not but maybe taught

pulled to the blame of the fucked up gains

You can't complete in this testament to taste

 

We pretend to lend it a sophisticated flavour

as it cuts to bleed drops left upon the floor

leaving open endings plain doors intruduction

We need not understand what or who or how

 

its lost, in the accusations rendered.

 

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

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Oh yes if one doesn't fit the bill of society ... they ride roughshod over you, and they will forcefully try to make you fit a standard frame, or... Who you truly are is of no interest to society - you simply have to fit in - put on a happy mask - just pretend to be sophisticated - be fake and everything will be jolly. You say "But ... I don't like this, that's not me...I'm not feeling well..." WHO CARES ... just pretend to feel well ... and everything will be alright believe me!

Absolutely great and strongly thought provoking write.

[Ruth]

I say this as spoken word would be fabulous!
I can hear your words as spoken love, this would be amazing!
xx

[SM Davis]

We pretend to lend it a sophisticated flavour
as it cuts to bleed drops left upon the floor

Vivid...skilled. Very nice!

[ice]

Rough, but pithy, I like this type of earthy poetry sometimes. Reminds me of Bukowski.
Good stuff, Rory.

[Alicia Schroeder]

the truth may hurt some, but it's the truth that sets us free, nice writting

[Emily Quinn]

As I can see from the other reviews, people must have either been too intimided to say something of substance or didn't fully comprehend the beauty of this poem. Lots of hidden meaning beneath the words (different meanings being produced by different people of course) for me, it's a poem about inner pain; one experience of the pain we all go through at some point in our lives. The rhythm made it flow very well and made the stanzas roll off the tongue with ease. Feels like a lot of emotion and thought went into this poem and you did a great job. It makes us dust off the cobwebs and use our brains! ...which of course is very refreshing.

[Member Now Left]

Short...deep...and truly brilliant!

[thoughts of jade]

its nice...

[Tomás Ó C..]

A nice poem...

[Tony]

This is like the more I learn the more I know the more I doubt how much I know...
Better to just Live.....