People judge me

By judging my words,

And when they judge my words,

They judge my soul;

Because those black markings 

On that clean white paper

Are the outpouring of my soul,

The very fabric of me.

Go ahead and judge me,

It will hurt and make me ache,

I will change and grow better,

As my soul wisens and matures,

But you must learn to accept 

The mistakes and errors,

Because no one is perfect,

Let alone my soul.

They sit behind their monitors,

Huddled under a fleece.

Judging my words,

Those fucking Grammar Police.

I Create a Prose challenge

and use "me too" instead of "me either."

I'm jumped all over,

Trying to make me into a believer

That what I say and how I say it

Will be judged half empty, like a glass.

I have a better idea,

All ya'll can kiss my ass.

So take your their, they're and there,

and use them correctly.

Or else the GP will come

And make you feel like shit.

Did you read that last line and see what was wrong?

It didn't rhyme, oh hell.  Guess I'll go hit my bong. 

No bragging here, no need to boast

People listen coast to coast!

It could be, because I'm cute

I'm loud and funny, horn I toot 

People see me on my way

They talk about the things I say

Hanging on my every word

Sometimes my meanings are not heard

I make the masses laugh a lot

The sense of humor that I got

I told I hoped my "X" would die

In a hot tub, drunk, so I

Instead divorced his sorry ass

Now all know my sorted past

I think sometimes that I could tell

My friends at work a certain smell..

Lead me to find dead bodies where

A lake had washed up bones and hair

The whole thing with my tips and clues

Would be the front page of the news

My predictions always heard

People hang on every word

Judgmental people feast

The nature of the beast

Words uttered

Words ignored

"I'm telling the truth!"

They veto that

And veto you

They have their

Own opinion

And they

Are already judging you

But their mind is

Made up

"I don't know."

"What is happening?"

"I think that--"

"Maybe we should--"

(Give me something)

(Boast about me)

"Your greatness is--"

(Blinding, deafening, crippling)

Abstract words, abstract faces

Its the little things that

push (me) you away

"I like you."

("I love you.")

All it takes;

neglect.

©SelfTitled, 2017

Would it be worth it, after all,

After the drafting and the editing,

the careful words typed in silence,

Would it have been worth while,

to have parodied a better man, 

to say "I am a senseless unoriginal hack, 

here to show you all the words I can throw on a page." 

If some reader drifting by would glance across these words and think

"This is the worst fucking thing I've ever read, he doesn't get the poem at all." 

Would it have been worth it, after all, 

if some reader having opened it and read it through, 

would shake their head and mutter to themselves, 

"Was the second stanza really necessary?"

And would it have been worth it, after all,

if this is just glanced at as people scroll past, 

and my pointless hope that this is any good proves unrewarded,

as your silent judging voices wake me and I drown. 

Where am I?

I am speaking

But no sound leaves my mouth

unable to hear what others say

blocking out the negativity

leaving their mouths

unable to speak my thoughts

unable to leave this evil

unable to move

unable to escape

I am trapped

with no voice

with no mind

and with no thought

Brows furrow

Your eyes narrow in displeasure

I feel you closing off

I want to take them back

Impossible

They're yours now

I can only move forward

More and more

Pile on to cover up

It doesn't work

The world has changed

And I can't change it back

Society, I disagree--

Haha, I mean

I'm just joking

My hand, it slipped

The ink, it dripped

I didn't mean to

Send that message

Please pardon my grave

Transgression

But, no, you know what?

Those words I wrote

Were no mistake

I'll not take back

The things I think

I'm sorry if I am

Offensive

I try to see from each

Perspective

If I'm offending you

Do let me know

So my words can be

More effective

But if you're just trying

To silence me

Let me remind you

I have the freedom of speech

But hypocrites criminalize

My opinion

While they're campaigning for people

To be more accepting

Call me whatever you want

The only way you'll shut me up

Is to hand my soul to God above

Which means my work on earth is done

Good riddance! 

You yellow as you fade,

     lips the color of the candles

          now unlit beside our bed

               (mood lighting).

I offer words you'd say

     if your voice had not been stolen

          by tubes and wires, but I show them

               a stranger.

They cannot carve your spirit

     to the shape that they remember,

          while I stand with you as witness, cold

               and brittle.

I wait until they rule against me,

     leave to let me serve my sentence,

          to hold your waxen fingertips

              and melt.