All of you.
Where do you get off
making a name for yourself
out of the mockery
in fallen heroes’ hearts?
What’s in a name;
that which we call
"a genius"
by another label
would be found on the front page
of the obituaries.

And now,
what?
Where do you go from
the top,
looking down on those you
trampled on the way
with some false sense of humility?
How we perceive you now
is like that of a crime lord;
envious,
never aspirational.

Might as well
call it a day
and take note of the
fallacy
that is fame and fortune.

Imagery
Symbolism
Some of us have never heard of meter
Imagine this
A day and age
When poetical expression became base

I have feelings
And so do you
In a quick temperamental flame
Writing it down
Can never mean
That it is poetry

So avoid it
Or destroy it
Calculated words to fit the verse
Instead just say
Or just complain
Denying the works of great masters


I matter
Shouldn't you
Our voice becoming clouds to cover out the sun