29 VOLUME 5 |ISSUE 3 |2014
I wish I could tell you
of being tucked in
morning cartoons
and roller skating
kisses on the forehead
and bedtime stories,
play dates with fake makeup
and rice-crispy treats
but damn, it wasn ,t
like that for me
It was hiding emotions
till I could set them free
on torn bits of paper
chewing it like gum
I ate poetry
and damn I don ,t know
shit about Disney
how many times I gotta
tell you
it wasn ,t like that for me.
It was straining to hear
while being accused
of ignoring
it was odd girl out
cuz I always
had to shout
it was stand on the sideline
solitary playtime
and damn
how many times I gotta tell ya
your life
wasn ,t like mine.
I was a mystic
before I was three
before the devil tried
to put the demons in me
I traveled the dimensions
before I was four
stood on cliffs with the Greys
My whole life ,s been a war.
It gets worse
before it gets better
when you fall to your knees
to sip from the water
sometimes I run my fingers
across the scars
then trace up my chest
to the beat of my heart
I wish I could tell you
how I survived
how I sleep off the day
so I can guard the night
I give it to prose
write it on guitar strings
paint it in pictures
till my tears make me sing.
Suffering can form
the most elegant seed
it ,s me
it ,s me
it ,s me
~Angela”Vennie” Kocsis
I wish I could tell you
of being tucked in
morning cartoons
and roller skating
kisses on the forehead
and bedtime stories,
play dates with fake makeup
and rice-crispy treats
but damn, it wasn ,t
like that for me
It was hiding emotions
till I could set them free
on torn bits of paper
chewing it like gum
I ate poetry
and damn I don ,t know
shit about Disney
how many times I gotta
tell you
it wasn ,t like that for me.
It was straining to hear
while being accused
of ignoring
it was odd girl out
cuz I always
had to shout
it was stand on the sideline
solitary playtime
and damn
how many times I gotta tell ya
your life
wasn ,t like mine.
I was a mystic
before I was three
before the devil tried
to put the demons in me
I traveled the dimensions
before I was four
stood on cliffs with the Greys
My whole life ,s been a war.
It gets worse
before it gets better
when you fall to your knees
to sip from the water
sometimes I run my fingers
across the scars
then trace up my chest
to the beat of my heart
I wish I could tell you
how I survived
how I sleep off the day
so I can guard the night
I give it to prose
write it on guitar strings
paint it in pictures
till my tears make me sing.
Suffering can form
the most elegant seed
it ,s me
it ,s me
it ,s me
~Angela”Vennie” Kocsis
