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Laying It All Out On The Line and Moving Ahead: A Poem of Purpose (Carpe Diem)

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  


No Hard Feelings It Had To Be Spoken

I don't know if, at my age now, I'm just sick of going through it myself? I don't know if others feel like I do about bullies and judgmental people? Maybe I'm the only one that has dealt with it all their lives?

I don't know the answers. I only know what I have been through and how it bothers me that I'm still finding people trying to do this to me. It's not that I even care about the outcasting part that has been done to me so much through my life; I'm just null and void to the process. I believe what really bugs me at this point in my life is that now that I am in my forties, this kind of thing has become exhausting. I mean, why, as adults, do we have to go through what, to me, is teenage jealousies? It's like being nice to someone's face and whispering behind their back type of feeling.

If you are wondering why I'm discussing it on my hubpage? Well, it is here that I have run across some ridiculous fake people. I'm not trying to be mean. I don't even want to point them out. They know who they are, and I feel that it is a shame that everywhere I go to try to make my statement in the world of writing, there are always several ready to judge and tear me down. The message I would like to express to these individuals is written in this latest poem.

I was delighted to meet some great same-minded individuals here that have indeed become wonderful friends and allies to me in this field, and for that, I hope I can trust that my relationship with those, you know who you are, will continue. As for those who have decided to judge the person I am and how I write, well… I think you will get the picture in this latest poem of mine. I have no hard feelings, but I thought I would at least point out that I did get the very insulting disses, and at this moment, I should share mine.

Now that I have done this, I'm happy to move ahead and continue my writing journey here. Thanks!


"Dirge Without Music"

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
Edna St. Vincent Millay

I Have No Fear...Carpe Diem

When the time comes for

Me to close my eyes; I will

Not feel scared…

The thought of death is

Now a welcomed intimate

Feeling of no care…

Many times through my life

I have been emotionally

Beaten down…

Picking myself up and

Fighting to keep my feet

On dirt hard ground…

This life I lead has been

Judging, and unfairly

Discussed behind my back…

Those who try to break me

Here’s my warning of your


You have no ability strong

Enough to shame me or

Weaken my purpose…

Some of you, you know who

You are, make me sick from

Your cynical divergence…

Hypocrites with sugar words

To all who will take your


I assume they must be scared

To tell you about the false

Images you display…

No, this is simply not to

One, it is several who waste

Their time…

Trying to outcast me among

A group, I care not even to


You see, as I struggle through

My life with no one to depend

Upon but me…

The darkside became my true

Guise; it’s the me I’m proud to


This is my own super power, so

I defend it through your


The truth into this matter is

Really easy to know. When I

Close my eyes for good…

it will be me who makes it

home. I did not judge, I Plainly

explained my individual tone…

Therefore, Here’s to all you fake

gurus who feel you are above all

the Rest…

One-day Karma will come

around and bite you in the ass…

© 2016 Missy Smith

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