Wild
God save me from the curse of domesticating aunts!
King Lear reign undisputed on my domains
Dervish whirl and send tumbleweeds scudding
across my landscape and stir clouds of life itself!
Flail! Wail! Spread my sail! Wild prevail!
Throw open the door and leave curtain peeping
to civilized men, better able to cope with
preserving fear that itself kills at the end!
Let me die thrust through by life’s steel
and let others die of staph infections bestowed where
swords graze left them wide eyed at the end in fear
of the realization of what they missed.
© 6/13/00 Bart Breen
I ask very little from the man of my dreams,
Make me feel, know, that I am important,
Not the most important thing in his life,
I need to be treated, like a beautiful person,
Inside and out,
Show you’re a real man,
He should have and show his true emotions,
Be in touch with his male and female sides,
He should be open, loving, and honest,
Also, understanding, devoted, and respectful,
Respect my family, friends, and me,
Don’t forget trust,
Any man who can’t even try to reach these needs is not worthy,
Not ready for a woman’s true loving capacity,
He is definitely not entitled to my heart,
Is this asking for too much?
Theres a song
stuck in my damn head
i sing it every day
but so softly nobody hears
not even me.
You see...
It's a song of unspoken words
played out by my actions
every single god damned day
who am i??
whyh am i here??
All i can cry
is a single fucking tear
unable to express myself clearly
in human standard word
spoken in the universal language of attitude and fear
i don't want to cry more than a tear
I have been wrong
i have been down
i have found comfort
comfort unlike any other
dont judge me
on an outside appearance and standard
judge me by my inside
my personality, emotions who or what i am, what i REALLY am
don't hate me if you dont know me
not a lot of people really dont
i'm scared to lose what i have gainedin the past four years
the road was long and tough and i failed once or twice on the way, but it got me to where i am today.
which is why i'm writing
to let everyone know
who i really am
can you guess?
If i gave you a description, could you find out my secret?
it isnt a full description
could you narrow me down?
can you classify me?
I'm 5'9¾
i'm not thin, nor am i fat
i'm really nice
and some say i'm sweet too
u have two arms
and two legs
two hands
two feet
i have brown hair
its kind of long too
i have brown eyes
and good teeth
now you have sort of a description
can you guess my dirty secret?
do you know if i am approachable?
do you know me at all from my description?
no, you cant guess can you?
why dont you take the time to say "hi"
and tell me your name
ask if i wrote the poem called "not alone"
is it tooo hard to be my friend?
or is it easier to be my foe
would it be too hard to care one insy weensy ounce for me?