Within me...

I hate you. You're my Monday, You're my Brussel sprout" You're my doomsday"

Within me…

 

© 2018 SachikoMochiko �" 1^st January 2018

 

“I hate…”

 

 

 

Wherever I go, she is there, lurking in the shadows

Swimming in my raging blood,

Mocking my tormented mind,

Drippin' blood onto my tongue,

 

 

She makes me rage

As cold sweat on the stony pores fall;

Drip...Drop...

Whiffs of saltwater reach my tongue

 

 

She makes me forget why I loved

Hostile. A warlike manner.

Send shivers down my spine;

And scratches of vexation

 

 

A 'stray' beast, whose home is my consciousness,

In a cage of other so-called sensations

Emotions. I loathe against.

And so, she sometimes breaks out!

 

 

Yes, she is everywhere

Because she is within me...within us

A person within me, laughing at my hatred

As I act from her influence. It's uncontrollable.

 

 

I see others like me, a woman within

She is within everyone

Faces with its s'cilium arches angling

Mouths speak of sleaze, discrimination, profanity

 

 

Catastrophic Disorder.

The sensation to hate, we'll express it

We react to each representation of hate

Spitting out our uncaged woman. The beast!

 

 

Already a blasphemy!

Our noses are filled with gunpowder and smoke

Coughing out the disease-like beast

We spread hate like rats!

 

 

But then again, it's engraved within us after all...

It's hate. It's her. It's our nature to hate

Without it? We ain't individuals

Without it, how can we ever be the fellow humans we are today?

 

 

So, when I forget, forgive and accept

When I lead her back to her cage

When I meditate next to a calming lake

I'll remember why I loved

 

 

So, when we forget, forgive and accept

When we blow our noses, and clear the gunpowder and smoke

When we decide to care for the beast-sick

We'll be left with ruins

 

 

After she hides, we are left with our loathsome, monstrous aftermath

After exhaustion, we are left with regret that will haunt us like spirits

After, we will be left with dents, scars and trauma

 

 

But, after all. It's within us.

Author's Note

Just sayin' She = Hate.

No fancy fonts as for today :) Seriously, it's just been New Years...
Hehe...this was fun to write...but I could do better . I think I rushed it a bit and haven't bothered editin' it (Hey! Gimme a break! It's a New Year!)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I actually like Brussel sprouts. They're yum! Um...just keep that a secret. K?
©SachikoMochiko

Reviews

[Peregrinator7]

The best poem i've read this year! ;D
I really like the line "when we lead her back to her cage" it really gets on the point that even though we may not be aware of the hate we are spreading it is still our fault in the end.
Thanks. This was a good read =)

[Sir Psychosis]

Bravo.. I loved how it instantly dragged me into my own dark place... It sang to my own demons and it has that heavy choking smokey feel that both suffocates and elevates the reader. Overall a very well written decadent delight. Thank you

[Final-Karma]

Excellent piece here. Thought provoking and visually pleasing. Thank you for sharing your mind.

[Wanaka]

This poem made me think of a woman's time of the month. When she can no longer control the hate=her. When it comes out of the cage and wreaks havoc.

[Elisa]

Great job! Very vivid details, I loved it!

[Shakier Samie]

I enjoyed this poem. Every line seems filled with raw emotion and the way the poem flows (the style and the rhythm) was a pleasure to read.

[andrew mitchell]

Well done. Strong imagery and how hate consumes us all at one time or another.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. Real thoughts and real journey shared. We are many people. Some we keep hidden. These are our ugly faces. I liked the complete poem. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Taino]

I found this a very emotional yet wonderful read. So many consequences of what we say and do, so many regrets and wishes to undo, I've also been there. Very well done.

[fleamailman]

("...well perhaps poetry is different things to different people but to me it's only ever "does it move me now", meaning I have no idea what is good or bad, or correct or otherwise really, nor any idea how to advise someone about their poetry neither, no there's only that benchmark of "does it move me" to go upon..." smiled the goblin thanking SachikoMochiko for both the invite and for he request of friendship too, apologizing "...for in truth "it moved me" is about the best I can offer by way of appraisal here, it's not much I know but in a life one mostly forgets anyway that still something I guess...")

[AliceBarnes]

This is actually very true and I loved that you include things which your readers can relate to. It Was very well written, I could not spot any spelling mistakes. I loved the imagery you used as well "When I lead her back to her cage. When I meditate next to a calming lake" that was just such powerful imagery and I love how you just subtly placed it in there, not forcing it on your readers. I also particularly loved the line "After, we will be left with dents, scars and trauma" it just flowed so well and paired so well with the powerful ending you had just below it. Very well done, I really enjoyed reading this. Happy new year!