Cheesy Pastoral Poem Parody

Come crawl with me, move slow through life,

The traffic jams bring halts with lights

The endless trip we have to spend

We’ll stop and go until the end

Not tedious, it satisfies

For every inch is to my prize

The streets lights will guide you the way

To somewhere fancy with valet

Come dance with me, down all the streets

I’ll prove to you, with my receipts

Love can buy what money cannot

Sincerity is not forgot

The life here is in disarray

But all we need is on display

And we can watch the world unfold

And join into the life untold

There’s never silence piercing ears

Life too lively for sobs or tears

Always coming, going laughing

Come be with me our hearts will sing

Of songs lustful of nights so bright

And days that bring us to great heights

Come twirl with me, move fast to love

City’s gridlock fits like a glove

Take a listen

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Abuse

Sobbing, sweating, and screaming for air
She trembled and lay coiled on the floor
She closed her weary eyes, now beyond disrepair
Dreaming of the happiness she had before.

Wistfully longing, wishing, desiring
She was cursed by a deceptive luxury
Her fingers grazed the vinyl floor, tracing
The chilling secret they whispered of mockingly.

Her patterned skin quivered as she stood
A quilt-like patch work of black and blue
Like Eve, she was tormented by what she misunderstood
Now forever fearing what punishment would ensue.

She brushed off her dread, her pain, her addiction
Pulled on again her mask of, “I’m alright, I’m okay.”
To evade her loved one of conviction
Convincing herself it was her fault she did not obey.

She stumbled out again, amongst the crowd
Pasted a simulated smile on her face
Yearning once more to be less proud
And be able to admit her disgrace

She grinned tediously at an old friend
In a way that did not reach her eyes
Thinking as long as she did pretend,
No one would hear her cries.

You and I

Fingers smooth as cool ocean water
Weave through my hands and fit
Like liquid puzzle pieces.
Golden sun
Blinds my eyes and as I squint,
Through my adoring lids,
I know I will be sad to see the smile disappear behind the horizon.
Like the brightest fruit blossomed in my hand
Made for me -finally had permission.
Warm heart melts away the coldest fear,
Disintegrates the nuclear weapons
And wraps me within its everlasting glow.
As if all the planets had stopped in their path
And slowly began to gravitate towards our lives
To whirl around us
As if science didn’t exist
And the only thing that did was you and I

Surprise.

At that instant, I knew something inside me had changed. The iron clasp holding it all together crumbled; now merely a pathetic pile of worthless dust. In one moment, so much has changed –yet, somehow, so little had transpired from it…

For one brief moment I thought, or hoped rather, that you were kidding – that it was your idea of a cruel joke. I knew it couldn’t be true. When those words left your mouth, my heart skipped a beat –and the world ended. Nothing mattered anymore and nothing else existed. Everything that had once been essential as air never seemed more insignificant. I felt cold. I felt fooled.

My eyes brimmed with tears. Pain washed over me, threatening to drag me under and drown me in its cruel obscurity. I prayed to vanish into the shiny vinyl floor, for the fluorescent lights to swallow me into a world where this agony and humiliation didn’t exist. Your face, full of fake concern, peered down on me pitifully.

Hatred crawled up my spine, spreading a painful warmth to my tear stained cheeks. The cold was replaced with a dynamic heat. The anger spread along my clammy skin, causing my hands to shake. I hated you. I tore away from your eyes -eyes that I once worshiped. Eyes that were once beautiful to me and full of promise.

I ran. I burst through the crowds that had started swarming like heartless predators around a frightened rabbit. Fingers pointed, unfamiliar faces whispered, and worse, faces peered at me with pity. I didn’t want anyone’s sympathy. I crashed through the doors and continued running. My eyes blinded by tears, sobs escaping through my chest in giant gasps I ran like I never ran before. I felt that if I ran fast enough I’d leave my old self behind. I’d leave behind this ache showered with lies and disappointment.

I reached a busy road and it came to me. It was too easy. One step and I was free. It would be one quick flash and I would never have to hurt like this anymore. My heart sped up, the sound pounding in my ears spreading blood to organs I didn’t need to use anymore. Just one step. I took one last breathe and closed my eyes…

And then I heard it - the sound of a beautiful, familiar voice calling out to me to stop. I turned around and saw a panicked boy running towards me. Within seconds I was embraced by his warm shaking arms. His eyes mirrored my own agony, his face tear stained like mine. He was my own personal angel. Reality hit me hard in the chest. The truth spread throughout my body, smacking me in the face, knocking me out of my trance. I would move on. You may have left me crumpled and bleeding on the floor but this boy would help me heal. The same boy who made me laugh until I cried, who stayed up all night with me listening to me rant -the one who time after time, picked me off the floor when I broken. My best friend sat there with me and silently held me as I cried until I couldn’t breathe. But I knew now that I would be okay. One day I would be happy again and I would forget the day when you told me you never loved me.

All I want

So... I was bored and did not feel like doing my homework. So, I decided to write randomly and see what came out. Here's a part of what I wrote:

Is it too much to ask? Because there is so much that I want from you. I know I am being selfish and egotistic, but there is only so much I can give up without getting anything back in return. I have nothing left to offer you. I have shredded and crushed my soul into pieces for your approval and nothing remains that I can provide you with– and for that, I am sorry. I am sorry for never being good enough for you. I am sorry for never quite meeting your standards and expectations. Nevertheless, I have tried. I have strived and fought to feel satisfied with who I am. Yet, reality has its way of drowning me in its painful truths. The truth is I am tired. I am tired of grief and agony rippling through my skin and destroying everything in its path. And when the pain finally subsides, it settles itself deep into the core of my being and lays to rest. On the surface, I am content. On the inside, I am rotting. When the ache is not clawing its way through my chest, it’s laughing its cruel face smugly at me and slowly starts to erode away whom I am.

There's another part to this but I really did not feel like posting it up. This is not meant to be well written or anything. It's more meant to be a monologue to be read out loud.

I haven't blogged in a long time. Partly because I'm lazy and partly because no one is here to read what I say anyways. Please comment if you have anything to say about my writing.

Hope you're well and happy where ever you are :)

-Jessica