Trust Me, I’m Okay

Trust Me, I’m Okay by Valerie Parente

I think people think that I’m stuck in place
because I still talk about the pain
but I swear that’s not the case;
it’s just hard to verbally move on
when you have ritualistic thoughts
and such a prevalent mental scar.
I promise that at the core of my ego
I truly don’t want what I wanted three months ago
I just can’t help but memorize the pain from your low blow.

Trust me, I’m okay today and every other day.
Sometimes timing just doesn’t matter with the OCD brain
and it’s just a matter of accepting the ways our mind plays.

– Valerie Parente (7-23-2020)

Writing Is Therapy

Writing Is Therapy by Valerie Parente

There’s something therapeutic and sincere
about rereading work that was once so dear
because even when you forget the reason behind the rhymes
you remember the lessons they brought to light.

– Valerie Parente (7-21-2020)

It’s Quite Simple

It’s Quite Simple by Valerie Parente

If you don’t want a girl to write about you being a prick
then don’t use your sharp wit to pierce a narcissist
whose asked you over and over to quit with all the mindgame bullshit
then expect the wound you chose to inflict to be pleasantly dismissed.

– Valerie Parente (7-20-2020)

Head In The Clouds

Head In The Clouds by Valerie Parente

The reality of the situation was way beyond me
and I’m still in deep shock over the whole thing
because I don’t understand how I let the truth go over my head
when my head was sky-high in the clouds
like it’s always been.

– Valerie Parente (7-13-2020)

Public Display of Creation

Public Display of Creation

by Valerie Parente

She is afraid
of what it means to be admired
in the physical way.
And what does it mean
to be a public display?
The glitter and glamour
of all of the fame
or will she succumb
to the pressure to hide away?
What does it mean to be successful
in this day and age
when all your words are picked apart
and everyone has a say?
Because her words are her art
but the public could always manipulate
the words from her heart.
Oh but how dare they?
How dare you have an agenda,
to destroy what others make?
How dare you burn the books
when you don’t like a phrase?
How dare you take this world
and demand it revolve around your name?
Because we are all artists
with a freedom to create
and to censor what becomes popular
will only lead to a world of heartache.
Yes she’s afraid
of making it to the mainstream
but that’s a risk she’ll take
because every story needs to be seen.

– Valerie Parente (7-8-2020)

Poetic Plot

Poetic Plot by Valerie Parente

For the past few years
the only thing that got rid of my writer’s block
was when you’d go and pissed me off
so now that you’re dead and gone
I’m struggling to remember how to start.
How do I write a piece from my heart
without getting your image involved?
Because you were the one to break me apart
and I know that contradicts my thoughts
that I’m trying to write about moving on
but it’s way too damn hard
not to end this with a vicious remark
a quick fuck you for affecting my art
and a quick thank you for making me your pawn
because that sick game you called my fault
made a hell of a good poetic plot.

“Can’t Trust Love” by Valerie Parente

– Valerie Parente (7-6-2020)