Monsters Atticus

Must you distort my intentions
to suit your moods?
What a monster I must seem
with your face laid on top
and your words rammed
down my throat.

I can think of a million things
I’d rather swallow
most of which are contained
within your multitudes.

The air is so heavy
that I cannot lift my tongue
to speak.

What good are these feelings
if I cannot dream?
Must you criticize
what you do not understand?

My bones are scarcely
worth their weight.
I’ve been dragging them
around this room all day
and they’ve yet
to prove their substance.

Loving you consumes
my heart wholly.
I’ve hardly the time left
to cry.

I’m tired of crying anyways.
I’ve made up my mind
to be a new kind of beautiful
the kind of beautiful that doesn’t
ostracize strangeness.

On a side note I have an Instagram account. I will still mostly be centering around poetry. So there will be short poems, quotes, some poetry readings.


5 thoughts on “Sunday Writing Prompt “Monster”

  1. My visits will be here when you post –

    I think at some point in our lives we all feel estranged if not from others from ourselves and must make that attempt to share the beauty we have. For we all have our own beauty even when the mirror reflects the same face that we have grown up with… and sometimes have not liked all that much.

  2. So true Jules it is amazing how much resentment we can have for ourselves and how that resentment can keep us from recognizing our gifts/our inner beauty/our resources. Resentment is like vengeance it is a never-ending cycle

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