all bite all bark
i don’t really trust men these days
in fact, i don’t really trust anyone these days
living in a glass house
watch them stomp their feet above
and it starts to crack
until it shatters
i picture versions of you to see me off to sleep at night
as shadows on my wall
because you’ll never be the light i wish u were
to guide me into a love that won’t cut me open
because you are made as a bandage for someone else
whilst i get the break, they get the health
but you like me to stay open
you like when i’m down
who knew being on all fours made me want to growl like a dog
grit my teeth while i still bleed
and then i’m all bite all bark
my daddy left gaps in me like my two front teeth when i was a teen
but eventually i straightened them out
i used to wish we could do that with our words
and it’s probably why i oversexualise
and i think it’s why i never give men a try
until they give me the bare minimum
and it’s their ticket to get in
and they cut my wrists with my own debris
until the only light that’s left to guide
is the red falling from me
and they like when i’m open
they like to kick me when i’m down
who knew being on all fours made me want to growl like a tiger
grit my teeth while i still bleed
and then i’m all bite all bark
i’ll paint a life of sorrow to feed my tragedies
and along with your open mouths
i give you all of me
there’s not much left, i’m withering
consume me like a little kid
because i know how much you get off on it
the roads i take with winding paths all send me back to holidays on coastal bays
where i’d hoped i’d find that guided light
even if it’s dim to my youthful eye
i’d soak it up and watch it dry
like the paint i used from stolen school supplies
oh you like when i’m open
you like to fuck me when i’m down
who knew being on all fours made me want to growl like a lion
grit my teeth while i still bleed
and then i’m all bite all bark
i’m feral to the point of sanity
maybe these animals can finally understand me
all bitten and all barked out
until the point of red laser beams
all over my body
- Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 24th, 2022 20:36
- Comment from author about the poem: this is nothing like i’ve ever done before. it’s one of my many vulnerabilities and experiences handed to you. think of me or pass me i don’t mind but this is just an incline of things i feel or have felt up to my age now which is 20. i hope you enjoy and get something out of it whoever you may be. this is just a flow of something. a demo if you like.
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Comments1
'i’m feral to the point of sanity'..
complex feeling, expressed with
eloquence and hard earned skill..
but at such a young age
all that I have to offer you
in terms of support or advise
would be impotent, in the face
of your youthful vehemence..
so I'll just simply say
these write's, are a step
in the right direction, I just hope
your path is more flat lands
than obstacle climbs...
stay Strong!
in the words of robert frost
'and miles to go before I sleep'
pace yourself, dear Poet
cherish the journey
soon, you'll be too life weary
to even feel your bruises and scars
that's when, the struggle really begins
trust me, on that!
do what you can to delay
your descent
to those quicksand, paths
of life...
(please, forgive me
for my obnoxious and opinionated
sermon of a comment
try to imagine I meant well
sorry if you find anything
I wrote as being toxic or discriminating
against your young age, truly
I'm just an old fool)
lol
thank for sharing, such
a great read!
a mission statement for a life
as an impassioned poem, fantastic!
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