"annoyingly" poems - Hello Poetry

"The problem is..." he drawls "that it is'nt us who see people differently from you, but you see things different from us. We are not the problem you are. You see the basest humans when we paint majestic creatures, we tell stories of superheroes with no faults, we expect our boyfriends to mirror night skies in their comfort, and speak like Kerouac. Kiss our scars like white girl tumblr pictures." "People like you," he says; "...Dont ever **** yourselves. You're used to the disappointment. Your used to kissing your boyfriends sweaty upper lips and smelling...just that. You clean up the puke on bathroom floors without complaining because you know what people look like from the inside. That's why your art will never be good. Thats why today in class when I asked you to paint a human body cut open, you drew a colorless man with his organs splaying out of him, and ******* he laughs.. "I have to fold petals into my boyfriends armpits just to stand the sight of him our ******* is'nt ******* its ********** Supposedly. When I tell this story later, I'll leave out the spit and saliva and how the human body aint that pretty, especially gay *** Even 6 ft 3 chiseled muscle of it, ill write metaphors about his eyes and similes to his fists, you will tell us about the humaness of his breath and how it annoyingly kept you up at night, you will speak of storms but not of the ones in his eyes. The ones in your belly when he farts during *** and you will describe every putrid detail, like the fact that waking up in the morning aint so pretty, morning breath is something we dreamers leave out in movies. And, it must be exhausting living here seeing things how they really are, but atleast when you expect disappointment, theres room for surprise. People like me expect the good and are disappointed when its ****** on."

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Dec 9, 2013

Dec 9, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC

odi

Conversation with an art teacher

"The problem is..." he drawls "that it is'nt us who see people differently from you, but you see things different from us. We are not the problem you are. You see the basest humans when we paint majestic creatures, we tell stories of superheroes with no faults, we expect our boyfriends to mirror night skies in their comfort, and speak like Kerouac. Kiss our scars like white girl tumblr pictures." "People like you," he says; "...Dont ever **** yourselves. You're used to the disappointment. Your used to kissing your boyfriends sweaty upper lips and smelling...just that. You clean up the puke on bathroom floors without complaining because you know what people look like from the inside. That's why your art will never be good. Thats why today in class when I asked you to paint a human body cut open, you drew a colorless man with his organs splaying out of him, and ******* he laughs.. "I have to fold petals into my boyfriends armpits just to stand the sight of him our ******* is'nt ******* its ********** Supposedly. When I tell this story later, I'll leave out the spit and saliva and how the human body aint that pretty, especially gay *** Even 6 ft 3 chiseled muscle of it, ill write metaphors about his eyes and similes to his fists, you will tell us about the humaness of his breath and how it annoyingly kept you up at night, you will speak of storms but not of the ones in his eyes. The ones in your belly when he farts during *** and you will describe every putrid detail, like the fact that waking up in the morning aint so pretty, morning breath is something we dreamers leave out in movies. And, it must be exhausting living here seeing things how they really are, but atleast when you expect disappointment, theres room for surprise. People like me expect the good and are disappointed when its ****** on."