Don’t spout this new age self-congratulatory celebration of
be happy alone.
I lived with the unnoticed, far deeper in a desert unknown.
Where those who were loved, accepted,
embraced can never know.
Where sensitivity is a fault,
And care is just a mush
That can’t survive
The dry harsh landscape of desire.
Not next to an oasis,
supported by love and indulgent flesh,
but deep in the dry
desert where few hearts are left,
where self-congratulation is bitten
with sharp teeth and poison.
When hope becomes
like holding molten lead,
as every meeting is a reminder
of what you
can’t have.
As you find you’re
too small,
too short,
too weak,
too poor,
too feminine,
As your over-emotional.
And just care
Too much.
As failure seeps into every cell,
it would be easier to empty the ocean
than to move freely into action.
As there’s no surprise —
yes.
Of course she won’t
validate.
You’re just not a man.
And yes, I guess
I kind of already knew,
right from the beginning.
You’re just not enough.
As in this unknown desert
where my exposed ego burns by day
while the abandoned soul
freezes at night.
As you’re asked that question
why,
like the movies,
do the thirsty in the desert
always spill their drink?
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
Don’t spout this new age self-congratulatory celebration of
be happy alone.
I lived with the unnoticed, far deeper in a desert unknown.
Where those who were loved, accepted,
embraced can never know.
Where sensitivity is a fault,
And care is just a mush
That can’t survive
The dry harsh landscape of desire.
Not next to an oasis,
supported by love and indulgent flesh,
but deep in the dry
desert where few hearts are left,
where self-congratulation is bitten
with sharp teeth and poison.
When hope becomes
like holding molten lead,
as every meeting is a reminder
of what you
can’t have.
As you find you’re
too small,
too short,
too weak,
too poor,
too feminine,
As your over-emotional.
And just care
Too much.
As failure seeps into every cell,
it would be easier to empty the ocean
than to move freely into action.
As there’s no surprise —
yes.
Of course she won’t
validate.
You’re just not a man.
And yes, I guess
I kind of already knew,
right from the beginning.
You’re just not enough.
As in this unknown desert
where my exposed ego burns by day
while the abandoned soul
freezes at night.
As you’re asked that question
why,
like the movies,
do the thirsty in the desert
always spill their drink?
I think emasculation for men is one of the hardest emotions to work through.