katesmash

Okay. Be prepared for a long post. I've been writing a lot recently because a lot of horrible things have transpired in my life recently. So, if you don't want to read it in its entirety, scroll down to the poems and just leave me love for those.

This is to Glitch and to those who were involved:

I am sorry I ever got involved. I am sorry Aned introduced me to you all. It is obvious that none of you can deal with me and my personality. I am sorry that I came to you all in the guise of Harpy of Drama, that stupid, fat slut that you all refer to me as. I apologize for speaking my min and refusing to censor myself and my emotions I apologize for making your hypocrisies known to you, for making them a concrete entity and introducing them to you. I apologize for making them tangible objects. I am well aware, that I to, can be a hypocrite. But, at least, I acknowledge it. You are unwilling to find fault in yourselves, and I am here willing to serve as your person scapegoat. I will play the role of villain, and you may play the princesses you all are. I will do it gladly. I will be that common bitch that you will discuss and bond over. I will facilitate your growth as pathetic excuses of mankind. I will play, with pride, the role of muse to which you will slave over in anger and hatred. I have no qualms with any of that. Abuse my name amongst yourselves. Do as you wish. You will never harm me. I know who and what I am. I know what is truth and what is nothing but another falsity. I do not need your endearment. I do not seek your approval or forgiveness, as I have no sin to be forgiven.
Those who deserve my apologies will have them, if they haven't already received them. Mary, I apologize. Aned, I apologize. Josh, I apologize. You three are the rare exceptions and whether you feel the same about me or not, it's perfectly fine. I view you all as sensible people whom I will remain friends. It not, I more than understand.
To the others, you know who you are, I know what you are. You claim to know what I am. Let us leave it at that. I am washing my hands of you. May you be crucified. May you become better people through this. One could only wish, though I would be surprised if a transformation occurred. May you, my enemies,thrive in your lives and roll in your graves once you perish.
One other person I must apologize to before I forget. Rachell. I do not know you. I have not formed an opinion of you. Yet, I do pity you. Do not settle for what no one else is willing to take. Do not. You are more beautiful and worth more than what you currently possess. I would explain in detail, but I will not. You will find out on your own when you delve deeper into his pages containing only lies. I do not know you... yet, I adore you for your tolerance, your ability to forgive and continue on. But promise me, a perfect stranger, not to settle for a common rodent of a human. You deserve more. More than this world can offer.
Adieu.


Blank.
On the lifeless page
No words to say.
I, like the page, am blank.
No color,
No characters-
Blank.
Waiting for the painting,
the color,
the poetry
to fill my lines-
the wrinkles of my perishing soul.
Blank.
No emotions.
Indifference.
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.



A burden bears heavy on my heart
A burden of emptiness and remorse
of which I cannot shake
Despite my wriggling.
Strapped in like the Great Houdini
in his straight jacket
Dangling from a ledge
High above the city streets.
Everyone awaiting my emergence
from the cocoon.
15 minutes.
An hour.
3 hours and 10 minutes.
The burden that keeps me
Tied and Shackled
Is of my own creation.



Do not silence me.
Do not snuff me out like a candle.
My shine blares in your face,
Blinding.
I speak the truth that you are unwilling to see
I am your ghost.
Haunting
Hunting
Stalking
Like the dogs of hell on your heel
Woof. Woof.
Do not silence me.