Tag: Melancholy Hyperbole

• November 12, 2014

  Dependent

  I’ve little to say to you;      I’m still finding new places      to hide. You lurk in the middle of the room,           oblivious to your harm, and I find myself in the shadows, hoping      you do not see me. Our roles seem reversed to anyone…
• October 29, 2014

  Dear Parents:

  Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.    Go on: show them how hard they must become       to be like you. Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react    with fists; make them believe that words have       little worth. Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man. Destroy their purity and imagination by…
• February 16, 2014

  Swallow

  I forget my reasons for staying, saying instead it’s what’s right– wrong, again. Again, I swallow it all: the anger, the regret. But it won’t stay down, as I do. It rises, likes the hot air you speak, corrodes the ceiling, takes my breath, leaves me gasping, choking on what you could not swallow. The indignant, after all, have no room for their own mistakes. Originally published at Melancholy Hyperbole, found here.