Jan 2016
No one likes the ******* truth
No one wants to be reminded of
The monster we've let ourselves become
The horribly murders of innocence
The terrible teeth gnawing at the flesh of our own children
The gluttonous hounds devouring nature and wildlife for parking lots and imaginary cures
The ghastly drones of war and profit
Acheving nothing more than an anemic effort at faking compassion
Tragedy after tragedy after tragedy
Cheap paint on posters
Clever words behind "hashtags"
5 seconds of our time
To ease our minds and let us ease back to our comfy little lives
Where we can ignore the ******* truth
As we sip our overpriced coffee and teas with fancy names
Writing pretty prose for pretty things
Soaking our indifference in cheap perfume
As if hidding the monster under our skin
Will erase the world of our sins
So let me write another poem
Of my favorite muse
Her undying beauty
Her vivid soul
The promise of her lips
The heaven hiding between
her hips
How my heart will always
unknowingly be hers
But she will never be the one sleeping
by my side
And I will crumble and fade and my
body will return to dust
As my heart lives on
Being madly and wildly and
Impossibly in love
Because that would be easier
Than writing about the
******* truth
No one wants to be reminded of
The monster we've let ourselves become
The horribly murders of innocence
The terrible teeth gnawing at the flesh of our own children
The gluttonous hounds devouring nature and wildlife for parking lots and imaginary cures
The ghastly drones of war and profit
Acheving nothing more than an anemic effort at faking compassion
Tragedy after tragedy after tragedy
Cheap paint on posters
Clever words behind "hashtags"
5 seconds of our time
To ease our minds and let us ease back to our comfy little lives
Where we can ignore the ******* truth
As we sip our overpriced coffee and teas with fancy names
Writing pretty prose for pretty things
Soaking our indifference in cheap perfume
As if hidding the monster under our skin
Will erase the world of our sins
So let me write another poem
Of my favorite muse
Her undying beauty
Her vivid soul
The promise of her lips
The heaven hiding between
her hips
How my heart will always
unknowingly be hers
But she will never be the one sleeping
by my side
And I will crumble and fade and my
body will return to dust
As my heart lives on
Being madly and wildly and
Impossibly in love
Because that would be easier
Than writing about the
******* truth
I can't say I don't write, but I couldn't honestly call myself a writer. I say that in the sense that I have no idea what I'm doing when I write. I am grateful for all the compliments on my last entry, I almost forgot to write it. The words were bouncing around in my head as I was driving to get something to eat and when I arrived I had forgotten it completely. I started drawing while I was waiting for my food and continued to draw after I ate. Then before leaving some of the words came back and I jotted them down. They felt... ok?... I didn't perceive them as my best, but I rarely do with any of my work. And I'm not a critic so what would I know... and like I said earlier I'm not a writer either. Maybe I just see more beauty in the ugly truths of the world because their more often ignored. I do belive in hopes, and dreams, and magic, and most importantly love (and I am and always will be madly and wildly and impossibly in love with my favorite muse...) but I fear what the world will become if we continue to ignore the ******* truths...
(122/M/texas)
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