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We are brutally beautiful We are The soft red glow of a nuclear sunset Pooling like blood From wounds Like that one time I cut my forearms open Oh so that’s what a heartbeat looks like It is sign language after a fist fight When I’m so angry I can’t speak So with my hands I tell you No one should talk to you that way It is the assbackwards way we allow ourselves to heal For instance When I had cancer My parents took me to church when they could Asked people to pray for me And I thought drinking holy water might help me It only made me sick And I spent three days in the hospital This life is ***** It is ugly We are ugly Like Crime scene photos of bathtub suicides Shortcutting life And still getting into heaven How after so many years Just to make things interesting Peter takes bribes now And we are beautiful Brutally beautiful Endearing in our passion Because it’s just a little too conscious to be animal But we try It is shotgunning a dove And the rain of feathers Even when damp with blood they are still soft I wanna hold you tightly You coarse cut angel Your jagged edges rub But neither of us wants to fall asleep alone We will never be perfect But we were supposed to be Remember that When your ugly rears its head Like a mental mirror showing you only the things you notice about yourself Know nobody sees you the way you see yourself Just remember To smile more And laugh when things are funny Make love when you can These things are good for you Balance out the brutal Because you Are brutally beautiful
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May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
When we are Brutally Beautiful
We are brutally beautiful We are The soft red glow of a nuclear sunset Pooling like blood From wounds Like that one time I cut my forearms open Oh so that’s what a heartbeat looks like It is sign language after a fist fight When I’m so angry I can’t speak So with my hands I tell you No one should talk to you that way It is the assbackwards way we allow ourselves to heal For instance When I had cancer My parents took me to church when they could Asked people to pray for me And I thought drinking holy water might help me It only made me sick And I spent three days in the hospital This life is ***** It is ugly We are ugly Like Crime scene photos of bathtub suicides Shortcutting life And still getting into heaven How after so many years Just to make things interesting Peter takes bribes now And we are beautiful Brutally beautiful Endearing in our passion Because it’s just a little too conscious to be animal But we try It is shotgunning a dove And the rain of feathers Even when damp with blood they are still soft I wanna hold you tightly You coarse cut angel Your jagged edges rub But neither of us wants to fall asleep alone We will never be perfect But we were supposed to be Remember that When your ugly rears its head Like a mental mirror showing you only the things you notice about yourself Know nobody sees you the way you see yourself Just remember To smile more And laugh when things are funny Make love when you can These things are good for you Balance out the brutal Because you Are brutally beautiful
This poem is inspired by the poem "Human the Death Dance" by Buddy Wakefield. He is my poetic hero, and I recently met him, which was one of the most amazing experiences ever. Thank you for reading. Here is a video of him reading the poem. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQWlnFMOgbE
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May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
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