When I tell stories that play in tragedy, I don't say it that I may prey on ensuing pity
When I tell you of how my skin met the cold metal buckle pin because a man called dad asked me to prep meal, then caught offense when the bread was stale again.
it's intentions are that to arise a chuckle from u and let out what I held within
I haven't a life of exuberance, travel and plentiful friends as others recounted
My life was isolate and quiet. Un-ruined in reluctant silence until moments that violence unannounced pounced it
Where others met joyous cheers, I and kin let in porous fears
Tho thats not to say I hate my past. I lived it fine when faced with straining glass. But I won't Lie just to see your smile back.
If I can't relate by the means of others born under warming stars, then I implore, look more into these, still-cold burning scars. U can find it clear what arises my laughing roars.
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Eldian_Devil137 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is for people with dark senses of humor who when they recount stories of a hurt past dont always get the reaction they hoped for
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The negative takes precedence in this write. Nicely done Happy New Year
Lol I added the part about stale bread last minute cuz it seemed too negative. But do you mean that the meaning sorta lost itself in the poem 🤔
I sorta wrote it out of how when I tell friends things in my life that were very annoying from an abusive father who is still arrogant to this day, they think that Im completely whining in writing. But I'm generally laughing most the time I relay the annoying things he was doing and saying in the day
It is the tone of the poem that seems dark and that is okay if that is what you wish to convey.
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