Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2012
I wonder about beautiful people
They gather together
And stand
And move
Switching perspectives
Always smiling
Unless they’re not
Then they leave
Then they do it again
And they say what they say
And nothing changes
But their view
Of one another
Not so much their opinion
But their angle
Because people don’t change
They just move

They act out their part
But is it who they are?
Or who they think they should be?
Really they are just desperate
To stand somewhere important
They breathe a sigh of relief when something intelligent is said
Or witty
Because it confirms their standing
And yet it’s so silly
Because what does it matter
To be amongst people
Or to be alone?
It’s all the same
Unless you are trying to get laid

I’ve never learned a thing at a party
Except that I hate them now
I don’t want to be the life of the party
I’d rather people not remember me at all
Except for maybe one thing that I said
One small thing
That was so profound that I could not utter another sentence
Because what would be the point?
Each additional word drowns the previous one into irrelevance
Because then they can’t think about what you said
Instead they must continue to listen
Then they forget
And then where are you?
Standing next to beautiful people
Who one day won't be so beautiful
Unless they shed themselves of these things
Standing next to beautiful people
Who one day won’t be so beautiful
Unless they shed themselves of these things
Mark Lecuona
Written by
Mark Lecuona
496
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems