Neologism

Perhaps my use of the word is neologism in its self...

I should be working

Head down

Eyes down

Brain dead

 

But I read your words

As they crawled off the page

And infested me

 

And now my hands are shaking

My eyes narrowed

My brain alive

Head up

Chin up

Fingers tapping

 

I won’t abandon

My last shreds of dignity

My last hope of creativity

 

I won’t shut down

Shut up

And work

I won’t give up

I’d rather throw up

The taunts and threats

You’ve been beating

Down our throats

 

I should be working

Following orders

 

But I know enough now

To know the difference between

Knowledge and your time wasting techniques

I know enough now

To switch off

Switch sides

To grin and bear no longer

Instead I’ll grin as I spit

Your lies back in your face

 

Don’t look so shocked

Be proud of what I’ve retained

 

Because I couldn’t have done this alone

 

I am the very lies you bred

The beatings

And the threats

 

I am your creation

 

A bright spark

On the futuristic horizon

 

 

I am neologism

 

A new way

Of seeing things

Reviews

[EMP]

that was the word of the day wasn't it ;)

i still don't know what it means.... but the poem is really brilliant claire! you captured such AMAZING FANTASTIC bloody brilliant imagery. seriously, it's like you could feel it all happening and basically what beth said :P (except I wasn't called for tea.)
blimey. really really excellent :)

[Beatrice Mars]

I read this, then sat with my mouth hanging open for quite a few seconds...then I was called down for tea, I came back, read it again, and sat with my mouth hanging open...that was amazing, every line was brilliant, I can't describe how much I loved that!