I think I’m angry With you The double dichotomy of words Both with and at All encompassing the ever growing redundancies of phrase upon fragile phrase Hand upon hand Your hand a sliver in my heart It beats Beats like a funeral drum as the fires and pyres are lit Beats like fists on chests A piercing war cry “Cry for help, No one will hear you” stuck in the quicksand :a fly in honey: “Oh honey what have you done?” I think I’m angry With you But I’m angrier without you
I was trying to start a conversation, an education: a way to reach the dark-hearted ignorance and nurse it back to health in knowledge but my consequential words slammed against your brick-walled brain the china shop to your bull- ****.
Wasn't sure if I was going to post this, due to the political nature, but here it is. Sometimes all the work you put in to a well-crafted argument seems futile when pitted against an uneducated and close-minded opponent, but it is still important to try and have conversations with people who have opposing views from you. I felt like this feeling was better expressed in a poem than in an angry Facebook rant, thus this poem.
Like the sky is just a bit too blue The grass is too green The clouds are too perfect And the shadow of that lamp-post Falls at the exact angle so that Everything seems painted on, if only for a second?
Then you look around See little imperfections upon the passersby a wrinkle a cough a lop-sided grin
These little flaws make us real Make us human.
And so the fantasy land flickers and fades bringing you back to the beautiful reality.
You are here.
Sometimes the world seems so beautiful it can't be real, but it is! So take a minute to appreciate your surroundings.
Domestic destruction Detonation Dehumanization People are breathing their last breaths But we will call it civilian casualty
Bullets ringing like bells through the air Bones cracking like the whips we have "long since" retired
A terrorist without the skin tone Or the turban Is called troubled
We keep the death toll Like keeping score
Pointing fingers But never at home team
The flag is colored Red with our blood White like our pride And blue like our sorrow
And you boo when people kneel Seeing them pushed down by the weight of the injustices we perpetuate ****** you off
Because people died for that flag Like the unnamed slaves-turned-soldiers Who never had a choice when bullets littered their backs Dying for a country they didn't ask to be in
The taking knees Doesn't honor that proud history It doesn't fit the status quo The picture of America the brave And home of the free(d)
The freedom of speech Our favorite card to play Until someone has something important to say
So build the wall ten feet higher
We gave children dreams now we ship back the dreamers To a land they never dreamt of
Ten feet higher
We shot unarmed kids in the back Blaming the bullet Not the blue who pulled the trigger
Ten feet higher
We marched with swastikas held high Alt right Neo **** No, sorry White Pride
Ten feet higher
Add a foot for every black life that didn't matter enough Add a foot for every white ****** that walked free Add a foot for every family ripped apart Add a foot for every terrorist that came from inside this country Add a foot for every hate crime left unnoticed Add a foot for every transgender person who can no longer serve Add a foot for every injustice that will never be addressed Add a foot for every life we could've saved in Puerto Rico
Red with blood The flag is red with the blood we wiped from our hands.
If there's any hope left It's sewn in the edges of the stars That sprinkle over the midnight sky While I lay fitting perfectly In your warm arms...
If there's any hope left It's in the echoing sounds of the music Dancing out of our guitars While we strum and sing Perfectly to the beat Of our mending hearts...
If there's any hope left I see it in your smile And in the pool of your deep dark eyes When you pull me close Next to the cackling of the bonfire And the sound of the gossiping woods...
If there's any hope left I feel it in your lips As they pull and whisper in mine I feel it on your warm skin As your fingers electrify my body To spell out "I love you" Over and over again Till the morning wind Blows on our fates *And washes the hope away...
A resurrected piece that makes me think of how much has changed since the autumn season when this was written. This particular poem was a bit longer and a lot more depressing at the end so here's a sneak peek. I guess I'm back to taking over RH's account so happy writing lovelies~BM