Jun 2013
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
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.
