Soliloquy: Poetry 2022

by Cliff Sowers

Tremble and stumble, my words are a mumble.

Poets are martyrs.

such a powerful statement !

I would rather walk alone than to spend another day clinging to the back of this lonely tricycle. Alone is better than lonely.

Fake fake your love for me fake your need for me keep me confused keep me abused

I took a girl's life, but her pussy was so soft.

child, WTF

I feel no remorse, and I don't regret my decisions. A wet dream for you both.

Um what in tarnation was this poem 😳

Write without fear. Edit without mercy. Revenge without empathy. Murder without remorse.

Inject me with dreams, and inject me with false hope.

The poet's furnace is fueled by hatred and rage, but the good day strangles the throat of the chimney.

As someone consumed by sadness, I feel this on another level!

Give me depression. Give me anxiety.

Sad emotions create wonderful poems but so do happy emotions! We, as poets have got to start leaning into both !

I need you to care for my body while I write.

there's something so tender and sweet about this

He was stealing groceries, and he used you as cover. You were his exit, and you were his accomplice.

Oh nah, what a twist !

Masturbate and get the toxins out.

My heart is heavy, and my heart is empty.

MOOD

My face is scarred and etched by painful memories.

I cannot eat, for my soul is starved and destitute. You are a glutton. I cannot walk, for my body is weak with illness and guilt. You are lazy. I cannot sleep, for my mind is ravaged by regret and hatred. You are distracted. I cannot speak, for no person deserves to endure my abuses. You are insufferable.

One day, I'll kill that bird.

why did this make me chuckle 😭 This peom beautifully shows the human condition : we can appreciate something and dislike it all the same.

I will find a wife one day a wife who loves me.

Stoke her heat but please hurry. I'm parched and thirsty for bloody pussy.

😑😑😑😑😑😑

Another failed suicide? Oh, please. Spare me the emergency room bills. Spare me the therapy bills.

I fear investing time into a person who is secretly building a case against me. Keeping track of every little word, every single day.

Poetry is not playing secretary to your thoughts and feelings. Poetry is the intentional action of precision in composition.

My earliest memories are dreams. My earliest memories are nightmares.

I wonder if she knows the truth. I wonder if she realizes that I saved her.

To think her success is based on you letting her go is such an ego based thought

Why do people accuse me of being condescending? Because you speak with ego rather than with gentle intelligence.

such honesty

I want to look my best in my pretty pink dress. What a sissy princess you are. Yep.

Loyalty is a virtue. Unquestioned loyalty is death.

I see the pink (pussy?) sky and orange and piercing white. No, you don't wake up with pink pussy anymore.

besides her seeming to be an abusive wife, I understand why the marriage collapsed. The way she is described is brutally misogynistic and disgusting

To be frightened while urinating is an experience not to be relished. How the bladder suffers!

Suffering I enjoy suffering, but this was not always the case. I used to be normal, but I became a mental case.

For years, I have punished myself in many ways

Lies are comforting, but rape crosses a line.

does it really? People don't care, r@pe doesn't change that

How does humanity commission its self-proclaimed Godliness? War. Border fences. Famine. Social media. Environmental disaster. Abortion. Capital punishment. Racism. Genocide.

Social media is the most devastating weapon ever created by humankind. Self-importance is a plague, humbleness is the only vaccine. You are not important, humanity is nothing.

We are all equal when we lie in graves.

agreed