Poetry: From the Abundance of the Heart
Is it Yours?
Every word from your lips is propaganda to me
I still don't understand your logic
Is it yours? Have you no shame?
What right did you have to say the things you said?
What right do you have to do the things you do?
Are you feeling the same hurt?
Have you worshiped the same god he worshiped?
Have you loved the same people he loved?
Are his memories copyrighted in your name?
Do you feel his pleasure, his pain?
Have you struggled with the things he struggled with?
Desired the things he desired?
The life he lived, was it borrowed from you?
Is it yours? Is this you? Really you
You who ate a man then stole his story.
I am irreparably broken, but I refuse to shatter
I don't care about the cause, it doesn't matter
What I am, what I would have been, is not yet discarded
All I need is some insight from those who departed
I'm not easily broken, I'm just shards apart
I've lost all focus, I can't find my heart
But when i'm laying around and you think that's the end
With my edges upturned, you, to the doctor i'll send
Never underestimate me, or assume since i'm broken
That I'm immune to your hits or harsh words you've spoken
I don't disregard you, I'm not one to fable
Though I'm a few month's broken, I'm forever unbreakable
Love and Hurt
Behind the comments I make, there's an underlying meaning
It's up to the people I converse with, to find it
I guess most of the time, the think I'm just playing
But behind the joke, the serious words sit.
When I think I cant say something out loud or outright
I turn it into riddles like i'm dong now
The hurts or the joys, each day or each night
Are sometimes not voiced, cause I don't know how.
Love, is a word I am hesitant to use
Though i'm sure I have loved before
And when I was emotionally hurt, I was given an excuse
Until finally, I could take it no more.
I think about things often, I'm not sure if its regret
But I sometimes think I've let it go
Exactly why i'm like this, they're clueless I bet
But until I'm ready, they will never know.
So, now, I try not to get too deeply involved
Using underlying words and continuous flirt
But maybe, again, if I've found I'm in love
And it's not said aloud, maybe it won't hurt.
Jodian Patterson (author) from Jamaica on June 16, 2020:
Thanks for that promotion Shanna, I am glad that you love my work. Your support is appreciated.
Shanna on June 16, 2020:
Love poems.....you are awesome poet!
Jodian Patterson (author) from Jamaica on June 14, 2020:
Thanks Manatita44 and Brenda, thanks for reading commenting, glad you enjoyed.
manatita44 from london on June 11, 2020:
It is because you have found your Heart or are aware of the Heart that you write so powerfully, so emotively. I would not worry. God is always merciful. Much Love.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 10, 2020:
You definitely have away with words.
Thanks for the share.