George watsky ( def jama poetry)- V for Virgin (by dy3p)

And I curse at the
Dark harsh sky as it shows me
It cares for me not

S.D.C 8-26-22

In honor of my ex-bff’s birthday, here is a  poem I wrote years ago about a day we had that was good, when the days were all pretty much bad at that point:

On That Day

I will always remember you

On that day.

We were talking and laughing

I sat up to do something

You started to play in my hair

Your happy voice

Berated my unkempt tangles

Out of the room you disappeared

Coming back with your brush

You sat next to me and

Started brushing my hair

You don’t know the love and joy

I felt on that day

When for the first time

In years

You were my big sister

Guiding me, helping me loving me

That morning, I truly felt,

And knew, and saw

Our unbroken bond again

I will always remember you

On the day

You came back.

S.D.C.  Date unknown

Walking with my head down,

I am not prepared to look up,

And meet your eyes.

I am astonished.

You are not supposed to be here.

I’ve missed you,

I’ve moved past you, too.

So why does this sighting

Rock me to my toes?

You look the same.

I want to hug you,

But in no way would that be proper.

As I move past you,

To catch up with my crowd,

You say something to me.

How I used to long for that.

I mumble something quickly,

I have to catch up,

But I don’t want to leave you.

Then the door between us

Closes.

Once again, you’re gone.

Once again, I’m wistful.

s.d.c. date unknown

Author’s note: This was written around the time I was 17- 18 I think.

At times, self loathing consumes me.

I feel so inadequate,

So slow and dumb.

I liken myself to a blithering fool

Who keeps trying,

Failing each and every time.

I want to reprogram my innermost self,

To create a new me.

One I am happy to be,

One who is sure of herself.

Because she knows.

Knows what?

If I knew that, I wouldn’t have written

This poem.

S.C.    Date unknown

Pondering “Us”

Who am I to you again?

Who are you to me?

What brought us to this place

Of such silent misery?

At what point was this ok?

When did we agree

To dwell here together

Yet exist so separately?

Was there ever a choice made

That this is how we’d be?

Or have we just accepted

This hostility?

How could we have gone through years

Chained with no key?

And how do we continue on

With this farce known as “we?”

S.D.C.   05-13-09 started 07-05-09 finished

Disrespect

I want to be angry

But I won’t

I will accept my punishment

And let it pass.

But know this-

Someday, someone will really

Disrespect you,

And you will know real affront.

And I will see it

And I will not smile

Nor will I make comment

But inside my own mind,

Will be a calm and clear

“You deserved that”

S.D.C.            2-24-2007

(I wrote this when someone took something I said and twisted it into something ugly and they KNEW I didn’t mean it that way. They just hated me and were trying to get me fired. I had a lot of anger over that.)