This Year Will Be Different
Unadulterated BS
Those moments of sanity
sure do get in the way
Deep mind-numbing clarity
has led me astray
Oh, to escape back to a time
before it was too late
My kingdom for a rhyme
that rescues from hate
If a kiss after midnight
on the eve of a new year
Would change wrong to right
my lips, I'd gladly volunteer
But until it's guaranteed
my chapstick will stay in my purse
I've been brought to my knees
by a falseness, rehearsed
Tricked and trapped in a guise
with words sultry and alluring
Until tears fell from my eyes
from the stench of its manuring
Spread to get a result, without
regard for the outcome
Left a bad taste in my mouth
to its lure, I succumbed
But to live is to learn
and this lesson I give you
When the stench doesn't make your eyes burn
then, it's probably too good to be true
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
Whoaaa, mic drop! So well done!
Looking forward to another year of your wonderful rhyme.
Brilliant ♦️
One of your most powerful and very relevant. Excellent work!
This new year's poem does seem define this idea pretty well. Good job.
Oof, like a slap in the face! You always convey such powerful emotions. Excellent.
This poem carries such raw emotion and vulnerability, capturing the conflict between desire, deception, and the painful lessons that come with them. The imagery of "sanity getting in the way" and "tears from the stench of its manuring" is both striking and visceral, underscoring the discomfort and regret of being deceived. The metaphor of a kiss after midnight, while hopeful, contrasts sharply with the reality of the emotional betrayal, reminding us that things often aren’t as they seem. The final lines are powerful, a wise reflection on the importance of trusting our instincts when something feels “too good to be true.” It’s a compelling blend of caution and self-awareness—one that resonates deeply.
Yeah. That last line is probably correct. Well done.