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Dark. January 15th 2010
by Elizabeth Jill
I'm full now.
Filled with heaping portions of your ugliness.
I have done nothing to deserve your attitude toward me.
You presume that others are smug, a trait you claim to despise.
And yet, you are the definition of smug.
I don't know how to be cold in return.
Horrible unspeakable abuses in my life
have made me swear off even risking
hurting another person.
But you are tempting my resolve,
I'll give you that to be proud of.
You're the kind of person who,
if I kill myself to escape the psychic pain you dole out,
will take credit and put a medal on yourself.
01/15/2010 Posted on 01/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Jill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 01/15/10 at 05:01 PM Ouch. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/15/10 at 05:03 PM The jealous pile of a person who incites this feeling in you should be avoided at all costs. They have not yet recovered from their own abuse. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/15/10 at 07:08 PM This is quite a streak of vitriol...and a well-deserved one it would seem...and while I won't compare my own pain to yours or tell you I know how it feels, I will say this: If we are to survive in the face of such contemptible arrogance...then I say go for the throat -because sometimes it's the only way to make them realize, you're through playing around.
Good for you. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/15/10 at 08:23 PM I don't have anything against you or your work, Jill, but I honestly don't see much of a poem here. What I see is an attempt to get in as many clever shots at the person in question as possible. It comes at the expense of the piece itself, and the results are nothing impressive. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/16/10 at 12:49 AM I'm Sorry, Ms. Jill :( I didn't realize all this about myself... I won't do it again!
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| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 01/16/10 at 12:39 PM woo-bang! if this were a slap, my head would be ringing! Thank god it ain't aimed at me... very righteous. Rock on with yo' bad self, girl.
The Jerz |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/16/10 at 05:17 PM It seems obvious that this wasn't written for poetic purposes; for that reason I feel it would have been more appropriately posted as a journal entry. Accordingly, I won't be voting on it.
In relation to the subject matter, I can't conceive of a more contemptible form of behaviour than that of bullying. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/17/10 at 01:46 PM sail on Jill, as you have been, the winds, all nineteen of them favor you and fret not the who the what or the why that is pecking, gnawing at your sails to breach, for yours are woven o' the imperishable soul. sail on Jill and deliver to us who wait anxiously at port, the irreplaceable treasure that is forever in your holds contained. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/20/10 at 09:08 AM Truth spills forth out of the mouth of this poem and I am so glad to see you speak boldly to say what needs to be said. Of course,Pride and Jealousy are vices all humans struggle with. ALL....and until we have learned how to deal with it positively to either prevent or correct the havock it reeks,these two traits remain the worst enemy to ourselves and others.I do not mind at all to count myself as one of your biggest fans with regard to your work and you as a person and I am proud to claim friendship. Anyone here that doesn't agree or like my opinion,I could care less.When I originally wrote this, I was feeling a little angry about all this,I must admit and apologize for using a few strong words to illustrate a point not taken very well.I think most of us know that ART and BEAUTY is subjective, diverse, and in the mind of each beholder!We should all be more considerate of each other, for we all do not like the same things.Again, I APOLOGIZE for using some bad words within this comment the first time it was posted.
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| Posted by Jim Benz on 02/05/10 at 04:22 PM sigh. sometimes poetry is a direct expression that results from cumulative moments and contexts all brought to an explosive head of well-stated words. This one overflows with emotion, intellect, and sharpened phrases that leave a reader speechless. It has impact, and the dated title situates it in a turbulent, very personal, moment. I have no trouble calling this poetry. Let it be what it is. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/12/10 at 06:36 AM Isn't it amazing the way we humans - incuding (if not especially) yours truly - fail to see our own faults and limitations? Blind to the carbuncle on the tip of our personalities? And if I am smart, I will take what is said by the courageous other (like you) who tells me about it and use it to improve. Thanks for this honest poem right from the heart. |
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