do you know how many times i've had to suffer through the same tired metaphors over and over and over again.
put down your tears and your stars
and your cigarettes and your coffee
and your waves and your skies
and your hearts and your bruises
and pick up your pen and write
something worth living for god **** it.
because i haven't read a poem from the heart in years
and all your elaborate conceits and sadness and promises
and "i love you"s and lips and dreams
are getting on my ******* nerves.
rage against the stereotypes and conventions and
rage against Petrarchan and Romantic and
Post ******* Modern love.
Don't write something because you feel like it.
Write something because you would explode if you didnt
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
do you know how many times i've had to suffer through the same tired metaphors over and over and over again.
put down your tears and your stars
and your cigarettes and your coffee
and your waves and your skies
and your hearts and your bruises
and pick up your pen and write
something worth living for god **** it.
because i haven't read a poem from the heart in years
and all your elaborate conceits and sadness and promises
and "i love you"s and lips and dreams
are getting on my ******* nerves.
rage against the stereotypes and conventions and
rage against Petrarchan and Romantic and
Post ******* Modern love.
Don't write something because you feel like it.
Write something because you would explode if you didnt
to all the conceited writers.
