I want to,
but I can't.
I shouldn't speak of the "forbidden."
Why?
The collection of words, phrases, topics, wants, desires...
are "forbidden."
Forbidden in the house.
Forbidden in the family.
Don't you dare say it.
No matter how bad you want to.
These words are the forbidden.
We all know what they are.
I've seen them with my ears.
I've heard them with my eyes,
but they're forbidden to me.
They had better not escape my mouth.
If they do, I would only be throwing myself
into a boiling pot of trouble.
I do have difficulties containing them.
The words almost leak from my mouth.
Some of my deepest thoughts are just scratching to
come out of hiding and show themselves,
but I always tell them to go back and conceal.
If you knew my thoughts,
you'd be shocked.
"How naughty!" they would say.
Why?
All because I don't fit into their cookie cutter;
but, they don't fit, either.
They never did.
Shh...
Don't you dare say anything, now.
Silence it.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
