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A Broken Heart, A Broken Home, And A Idiot Hoe.
[u](This poem is just a rant poem, honestly I dislike it very much. I don’t touch up enough on how these aren’t two separate people but the same person. Dark side and Light side. I’ve got rhyming, but I’m missing meaning. It‘s all just splat down on paper out of anger, no creativity. This is a responce to someone else's though: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/8287)[/u]
Does he know,
While we wait in silence,
What is truly going on,
In my mind?
“Read my poem,
Things will make more sense.”
“Shut up you dick,
Your high.
You broke the promise,
You need to go fucking die.”
“The poem:
Abortion.
From his ex,
Hmm,
First thought?
‘Slut.’ ”
Ahh Angela,
Where have you been?
My dark angel,
You insults as dreadful as ever.
“I’ll never get to know her.”
His tipsy voice comes in.
Angela doesn’t like this,
It makes her black heart bend.
Neither does Camille.
But she’s stopped by Angela when she tries to mend.
“Why does my body quiver?
My stomach flip?
My heart twist?
Why must it be his ex?
Is it Katie?
Dare I ask?
Dare I wonder-”
“Probably a new girl.
That dick”
“No stop it,
You bitch”
“But why cant anybody,
Care for me?
When’s the last time,
I’ve been loved?”
“Shut up Angela,
He’s going through a hard time,
Get the tampon out of your ass,
And fucking play nice.”
“Why is everything,
Always someone else?
Why do I help people,
And get nothing in return,
But numerous insults?”
“Angela enough,
Please say something to him,
He’s falling asleep,
And his poor little heart,
Is broken deep.”
“But wait,
Camille,
I’ve figured something out.
Mother and Father hate us,
You know why?
Because I do.
And for once this shall be no lie. ”
“Mother and Father care deeply for us,
Now please,
Fucking shut up.
And let me do the talking,
Before we send poor Steve here walking-”
“Oh but you are wrong,
You know why?
Imagine if that child,
Was born with a pop and a cry.
Where would we be?
Thrown in the trash,
And old Steve,
Would make a dash.”
“His little heart,
Would not be able to handle it.
The bond,
Would be too strong.
Parent and Child,
Beats Girl and Boy.
And we’d be long gone.”
“That’s what happened to us,
But we weren’t aborted,”
“We were supposed to be,
But mother was too drunk.
So here’s our Father,
Broken and out of luck,
Beaten by a mere child,
Wow it must have stunk.”
“The reason our hearts flutter,
Not in the good way we wish,
Is because of the bitch,
Who would make good Steve,
Go and fucking ditch.”
“We both know this,
All too well,
Rather you care,
To admit it our not,
This fight cannot be fought.”
“Nor can it be won,
It’s all over now,
Come on Camille,
This we cannot allow.”
“Come Camille,
Take a mighty bow,
This show of love is over,
We have many other chances any how.”
“We cannot leave,
Both of our hearts cannot afford to,
Though we are aloud to grieve
But I think that’s all we can do.”
“Oh no Camille,
We can bitch and moan.
Call up the dick,
And let our broken hearts be shown-”
“Its not that bad,
You know,
I mean the daughter was never born,
So change your pissy tone.”
“My confidence of leaving,
Shall never falter,
For you watch Camille,
Our love shall one day stand at the alter.”
“The alter of what?
Sacrifice for a child?
Dear lord Angela,
He’s only 16”
“Ah you believe what you want,
But what about the argument,
Of our parents,
Am I right or not?”
“We are only 14 Angela,
We are young and lost,
Stop with your nonsense,
Or else your life will one day be the cost.”
“And you tell me,
I think to far ahead,
But please Camille,
Just think about what I said.”
“Our parents have a right,
To hate us both,
Rather you be pretty and smart,
Or fucking emo.”
“They will always have a flame,
Of hate and despair,
Of their child being born,
And having too much love and care.”
“Look he passed out now,
Sound and asleep,
Why did you waste time,
Talking about only you and me?”
“We dissevered it,
My sweet girl,
I believe it is our turn,
To write a poem,
About how much our little hearts yearn.”
“We cant leave him,
He’s so peaceful…
Listen to his breathing,
Oh Angela your so imposable!”
“I’ll make you a deal-”
“A deal with the devil.”
“See if,
You can wake up Steve,
And if he awakens,
We’ll stay here,
And let our hearts be taken.”
“But if he does not wake,
Let his ignorant ass sleep,
And let us go,
To write about,
A broken heart, a broken home, and a idiot hoe.”
Does he know,
While we wait in silence,
What is truly going on,
In my mind?
“Read my poem,
Things will make more sense.”
“Shut up you dick,
Your high.
You broke the promise,
You need to go fucking die.”
“The poem:
Abortion.
From his ex,
Hmm,
First thought?
‘Slut.’ ”
Ahh Angela,
Where have you been?
My dark angel,
You insults as dreadful as ever.
“I’ll never get to know her.”
His tipsy voice comes in.
Angela doesn’t like this,
It makes her black heart bend.
Neither does Camille.
But she’s stopped by Angela when she tries to mend.
“Why does my body quiver?
My stomach flip?
My heart twist?
Why must it be his ex?
Is it Katie?
Dare I ask?
Dare I wonder-”
“Probably a new girl.
That dick”
“No stop it,
You bitch”
“But why cant anybody,
Care for me?
When’s the last time,
I’ve been loved?”
“Shut up Angela,
He’s going through a hard time,
Get the tampon out of your ass,
And fucking play nice.”
“Why is everything,
Always someone else?
Why do I help people,
And get nothing in return,
But numerous insults?”
“Angela enough,
Please say something to him,
He’s falling asleep,
And his poor little heart,
Is broken deep.”
“But wait,
Camille,
I’ve figured something out.
Mother and Father hate us,
You know why?
Because I do.
And for once this shall be no lie. ”
“Mother and Father care deeply for us,
Now please,
Fucking shut up.
And let me do the talking,
Before we send poor Steve here walking-”
“Oh but you are wrong,
You know why?
Imagine if that child,
Was born with a pop and a cry.
Where would we be?
Thrown in the trash,
And old Steve,
Would make a dash.”
“His little heart,
Would not be able to handle it.
The bond,
Would be too strong.
Parent and Child,
Beats Girl and Boy.
And we’d be long gone.”
“That’s what happened to us,
But we weren’t aborted,”
“We were supposed to be,
But mother was too drunk.
So here’s our Father,
Broken and out of luck,
Beaten by a mere child,
Wow it must have stunk.”
“The reason our hearts flutter,
Not in the good way we wish,
Is because of the bitch,
Who would make good Steve,
Go and fucking ditch.”
“We both know this,
All too well,
Rather you care,
To admit it our not,
This fight cannot be fought.”
“Nor can it be won,
It’s all over now,
Come on Camille,
This we cannot allow.”
“Come Camille,
Take a mighty bow,
This show of love is over,
We have many other chances any how.”
“We cannot leave,
Both of our hearts cannot afford to,
Though we are aloud to grieve
But I think that’s all we can do.”
“Oh no Camille,
We can bitch and moan.
Call up the dick,
And let our broken hearts be shown-”
“Its not that bad,
You know,
I mean the daughter was never born,
So change your pissy tone.”
“My confidence of leaving,
Shall never falter,
For you watch Camille,
Our love shall one day stand at the alter.”
“The alter of what?
Sacrifice for a child?
Dear lord Angela,
He’s only 16”
“Ah you believe what you want,
But what about the argument,
Of our parents,
Am I right or not?”
“We are only 14 Angela,
We are young and lost,
Stop with your nonsense,
Or else your life will one day be the cost.”
“And you tell me,
I think to far ahead,
But please Camille,
Just think about what I said.”
“Our parents have a right,
To hate us both,
Rather you be pretty and smart,
Or fucking emo.”
“They will always have a flame,
Of hate and despair,
Of their child being born,
And having too much love and care.”
“Look he passed out now,
Sound and asleep,
Why did you waste time,
Talking about only you and me?”
“We dissevered it,
My sweet girl,
I believe it is our turn,
To write a poem,
About how much our little hearts yearn.”
“We cant leave him,
He’s so peaceful…
Listen to his breathing,
Oh Angela your so imposable!”
“I’ll make you a deal-”
“A deal with the devil.”
“See if,
You can wake up Steve,
And if he awakens,
We’ll stay here,
And let our hearts be taken.”
“But if he does not wake,
Let his ignorant ass sleep,
And let us go,
To write about,
A broken heart, a broken home, and a idiot hoe.”
Published 22nd Jul 2010
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- Edited 22nd Jul 2010 11:01pm
22nd Jul 2010 10:47pm
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24th Jul 2010 10:02pm
Sounds like you have very strong feelings for this person even though you don't want to and i too know what it feels like to be trampled on by the feet of parents but for that person don't let your head lead your heart if it wants that person let your heart have it
25th Jul 2010 3:15am
anger.
the "OTHER" us.
it's what makes we women so manic.
so un-predictable.
guys call it crazy, but our brain runs all scenarios at once and is hard to sort through to the one that makes the most sense when our emotions are tangled around the lot.
your brain is wired so similar to my own.
and because of that, i weep for you.
life is going to be an up-hill battle....
best wishes.
the "OTHER" us.
it's what makes we women so manic.
so un-predictable.
guys call it crazy, but our brain runs all scenarios at once and is hard to sort through to the one that makes the most sense when our emotions are tangled around the lot.
your brain is wired so similar to my own.
and because of that, i weep for you.
life is going to be an up-hill battle....
best wishes.
30th Aug 2010 5:25am
