You don't know the extent
Of the words you spent
In excess, the mess you left
Is nothing compared to my torment
In the wake of your judgement
I feel hatred and contempt
For everything you say in ignorance
Has nothing to do with intent
Or anything truly relevant
I use poems as a way to vent...
But I walked away with regret
That I didn't carve you a new intellect
I know the answer shouldn't be violent
But I would do it here, and I should have done it then
I would banish you from using words ever, ever
Ever again
Some jacka** called me a "f*ggot" today after I put a sari over my head to protect myself from a wave of bugs. Just venting poetically. I used to be a pretty confrontational person but since expressing myself through art and practising meditation I've left that behind. It's probably for the best I walked away despite how angry it made me. Such blatant incompetence blows my mind sometimes.