Conveyor Belt

choking

We’re born 

and then what? 

thrown into a pit of 

goblins 

forced to battle our way 

through the cesspit of life 

with our bare hands 

while others have knifes 

cheaters 

morphed into rats 

no wonder my father became a drunk 

I used to smoke y’know 

cigarette after cigarette 

lay on the backdoor 

            step

dreaming up stories of the     stars   

sippin tea with Monet. 

I see snakes in their spines 

I see love  

only for selfish reason

I see ignorance. 

tired 

tired 

the sort of tired that sleep won’t fix. 

there’s no souls here. 

Don’t ask me why I write 

I don’t ask why you breathe 

or

why you sleep at night. 

go ahead,

you can’t kill me with words, honey

I breathe them 

and if you cut me 

I will certainly bleed them. 

Reviews

[EnglishMajor55]

I love this. It is so true... life has no reader's manual. No one really knows what they should do here on earth? So we follow our nature...human nature is evil. I love the sharp and harshness op the poem - no sugar coating it.
Can't wait to read some more of your work!

EM55*

[Kirsty Woodward]

Amazing that you've brought my attention back to this poem. I haven't read it in a while. Thank you for your comment its truly appreciated.

[Hailey Juliet]

Don’t ask me why I write
I don’t ask why you breathe

These two lines are amazing! it really speaks to writing as something necessary, a release, a form of expression, catharsis, and life itself. Absolutely Beautiful!

[Kirsty Woodward]

That's exactly what it is, Hailey. Thank you.

[Desert Rose]

missed your writing Kirsty!!
feels weird to know that you're the only awakened soul in a space full of sleepers..

[Pete]

Awesome job here. I love this. 'sippin tea with Monet' & 'Don’t ask me why I write
I don’t ask why you breathe ' - fabulous lines. Such honest, raw, powerful feelings here. A true writer & poet.

[Kirsty Woodward]

I'm honoured, Pete. Thank you so much for your words. Truly appreciated.

[Pete]

I just read this a second time. This a wonderful philosophical observation about life, people,unfairness, the human condition, etc. I actually revel as I read it. It resonates & touches my heart & soul. Keep up the awesome work & never be afraid to express yourself.

[Kirsty Woodward]

This comment means everything and I can't thank you enough for reading.

[H.L. Cerveise]

I like it. How you see others and what is around you. How yes we as writers do bleed words, that writing is like breath and release for what we feel.

[PhoenixDown]

This piece acts as a form of release, as well as a lighthouse or beacons for others. Perhaps few, but the "I" in this piece is sincerely not alone. Like-minded others do exist. Beautiful work.

[Kirsty Woodward]

I love your analysis of this Phoenix. It's always good to know there's likeminded others out there. Poetry reaches people in many different ways.

[PhoenixDown]

It makes us feel just as good, in addition to the way it affects others.
Multi-functional beauty.
Indeed.

[JBoone]

This really wonderful and touches me deeply.

[Kirsty Woodward]

I'm glad, JBoone. Thanks for stopping by. Appreciated.

[Ruth]

Words are the life force to so many sensitive souls...striking piece of writing...on the one hand you have the skill of a Poet at heart who sees all in everything and can write their heart out and on the other hand, there is a thread of despair at life...apt title for such a piece and whereas words may not help us survive the rat race they can go a long way to exorcising demons that cling on along the way, blessings :)

[Kirsty Woodward]

Lovely comment, Poppy. Thank you, a lot a lot.