The bad nights

The bad nights

A Poem by fern

I argue with my mother.
She kicks my door.
I open the box, hands shaking.
I sit on my bedroom floor.
I take my hoodie off.
I look at my pale arm, covered in goosebumps.
I grasp the blade, sobbing.
I slide it across my skin.
I feel relief.
The blood starts.
I feel regret.
I feel shame.
I must do it again.
More blood.
More tears.
More shame.
I look at the photos on my wall.
I cry more.
I'm sorry.
I put the blade away.
I wipe my tears.
I put my hoodie back on.
I smile.
I'm fine.
Of course I'm fine.
Why wouldn't I be?

© 2024 fern


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Francie, you've missed the entire point of poetry. It's never us talking about ourself to strangers who don't care.

Why? Look at your first line as a reader must:

• I argue with my mother.

So...someone we know nothing about, of unknown age, gender, disposition, who lives in an unknown time and place —as far as the reader knows, because no one reads your bio before reading — argued about something unknown.

I farted, which is just as meanigful to the reader who doesn't know me, but I don't announce it in a poem. And remember, we don't know what the argument was about, or who was "right."

And thins is is strictly my personal view, to me, cutting yourself is when I was upest with my parents, and whining, "I'm going to kill myself. Then, I'll be dead and THEY'LL be sorry. Every kid who ever lived has said something like that silly thing. But it's a waste of time. It's looking for sympathy instead of solving the problem.

That aside, face it. NO ONE cares about the one who wrote the poem. They're seeking entertainment. So, they care about the poem's effect on THEM. They come to be made to feel and care, not informed on how the poet's life is going. After all, did you come here hoping to learn how my day went? Of course not. And that tells you how many people here woke today wondering how you feel.

My point is that poetry is to make people care. So instead of talking TO the reader, make it meaningful to them. You have the power, by choosing the right words, to make people you'll never meet feel all the human emotions, at YOUR command. And that's a superpower.

How? If you want to write poetry, and I certainly support that, then take the time to learn the skills they've been refining for centuries. They're not at all like the kind of writing we learn in school. That's for writing reports and other nonfiction that employers will need from you. So grab the book I link to just below (it's not readable on a phone, though) and dig in. You'll be amazed at how simple it is once pointed out. And the lady who wrote it is brilliant.

https://yes-pdf.com/book/1596

As for your problem? This man claims it can be fixed with only 2 words, as shown in the video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvujypVVBAY

And if they don't work, the laughter it brings will help.

Posted 1 Year Ago


fern

1 Year Ago

Can you not, you're just making me feel so much worse and no, I'm not looking for sympathy, I'm not .. read more
JayG

1 Year Ago

• And just so you know I cried when I read that and it's just making me feel like a total failure... read more
fern

1 Year Ago

I am not looking for sympathy, I'm telling you you said the wrong thing and it upset me

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