Hands up.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 6, 2014


I'm breaking up with you Drama,
our relationship is over
for too often have you tried to
repair my bow,
sanding my damaged coat
and buzzing that I am
a broken fixture of the human race

and that the Earth will always settle
in some form of bloodshed.

You smuggled your way into
the cockpit while controlling the
rudder... I thought you would fix me.

You spun me maliciously, reeling in
the enmity and ignorance until
I wanted to hurl myself overboard
for maybe it was me who was the
malfunction.

Once, I tripped into the Sea,
and it spit me back out,
into your claws and daggers.
You tried to guide my principles
yet left me stranded at
bay, surrounded by tides
screeching with bitterness.

This is not where I

belong.

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Written 8/06/14 @ 5:10 PM

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    I think for should be far? Not sure. But it seems like it would read better that way.

    What an interesting metaphor though. With drama it's hard to get away from like depression. Rumors can be a deadly trait. For people judge you without getting to know you. I do like how you seemed to compare your life to a boat though. How drama can take the wheel so to speak. And drift you off course to somewhere you don't belong. Overboard is great because it seems like no one wants you and without it, you become free. Great write.

  • 10 years ago

    by Wicked Ways

    I love poetry, words people use to express their emotion/thoughts ..-people could make impacts with poetry but this was different too me.. i could really tell you are a poet :) a good one too... I love the idea of this poem...the whole smuggling part was especially interesting...a cool way of thinking about someone gets inside with bad intentions

    after all that, you know its not where u belong..awesome poem.

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