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Imaginary Enemies
call me old fashioned
but I kind of think
artistic expression is exactly that
so when critics say this and that isn’t art
I say don’t be so glib
for every person that will say you're right
there’s twice as many who will say you’re wrong
so might as well
say whatever the fuck you want
reaching for the stars
with my hands held high
diamonds in my eyes
just a broken fucker
trying to save his soul
can’t depend on anyone's help
got to do this shit alone
there's an ocean of words swimming in my head
I can’t stop this bleed until I’m dead
not trying to please anyone but myself
so with one finger to the sky
I say fuck everyone else
more broken than the mirror
starting to feel like I'm giving up
between me and these demons
I don’t know who to trust
and there’s people at the bar
selling fuel for the fire
getting me all fucked up
blasting songs from so many years ago
so go ahead and tell your babysitter
she don’t know but this music’s better
kind of like lousy lust
compared to raging fucks
maybe once and awhile
romantic holding lover in your arms
sleeping with my car windows down
and if you don’t knows what I’m talking about
well… it’s artist expression
there's an ocean of words swimming in my head
I can’t stop this bleed until I’m dead
not trying to please anyone but myself
so with one finger to the sky
I say fuck everyone else
yeah, and some people get so uptight
only caring about their fucking image
pay your fucking bills
and clean your fucking house
feed your pets
and sleep in the same lonely bed
while I dream when I’m drunk
and sing while I’m sober
(or is it the other way around?)
chasing a dead man’s scene
or so it seems
and if you don’t know
well… picture a burning flood
while you’re stuck in the mud
there's an ocean of words swimming in my head
I can’t stop this bleed until I’m dead
not trying to please anyone but myself
so with one finger to the sky
I say fuck everyone else
all these imaginary enemies
they're coming for me
I'm putting bullets in the gun
aiming to kill
watching as they all fall
for fuck sakes!!
can’t you see?
it’s just you and me
tearing up my poetic heart
wreaking me, destroying me
taking knives to my skin
(like you do me, then I’ll do you)
off the floor
then to the bathroom
puking in the bathtub
where sometimes I make love
shaking in the arms of a stranger
wishing for sweet death
be gone from this forsaken mortality
and if you don’t understand
well, I guess that makes us two stupid fuckers
but I kind of think
artistic expression is exactly that
so when critics say this and that isn’t art
I say don’t be so glib
for every person that will say you're right
there’s twice as many who will say you’re wrong
so might as well
say whatever the fuck you want
reaching for the stars
with my hands held high
diamonds in my eyes
just a broken fucker
trying to save his soul
can’t depend on anyone's help
got to do this shit alone
there's an ocean of words swimming in my head
I can’t stop this bleed until I’m dead
not trying to please anyone but myself
so with one finger to the sky
I say fuck everyone else
more broken than the mirror
starting to feel like I'm giving up
between me and these demons
I don’t know who to trust
and there’s people at the bar
selling fuel for the fire
getting me all fucked up
blasting songs from so many years ago
so go ahead and tell your babysitter
she don’t know but this music’s better
kind of like lousy lust
compared to raging fucks
maybe once and awhile
romantic holding lover in your arms
sleeping with my car windows down
and if you don’t knows what I’m talking about
well… it’s artist expression
there's an ocean of words swimming in my head
I can’t stop this bleed until I’m dead
not trying to please anyone but myself
so with one finger to the sky
I say fuck everyone else
yeah, and some people get so uptight
only caring about their fucking image
pay your fucking bills
and clean your fucking house
feed your pets
and sleep in the same lonely bed
while I dream when I’m drunk
and sing while I’m sober
(or is it the other way around?)
chasing a dead man’s scene
or so it seems
and if you don’t know
well… picture a burning flood
while you’re stuck in the mud
there's an ocean of words swimming in my head
I can’t stop this bleed until I’m dead
not trying to please anyone but myself
so with one finger to the sky
I say fuck everyone else
all these imaginary enemies
they're coming for me
I'm putting bullets in the gun
aiming to kill
watching as they all fall
for fuck sakes!!
can’t you see?
it’s just you and me
tearing up my poetic heart
wreaking me, destroying me
taking knives to my skin
(like you do me, then I’ll do you)
off the floor
then to the bathroom
puking in the bathtub
where sometimes I make love
shaking in the arms of a stranger
wishing for sweet death
be gone from this forsaken mortality
and if you don’t understand
well, I guess that makes us two stupid fuckers
Published 8th Aug 2021
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Anonymous
8th Aug 2021 6:34am
I REALLY like the idea behind 'imaginary enemies' and how that can borrow into a psyche.... Even if some reality applies it can sometimes be that which we perceive that fucks with us the most... kinda a version of we're our own worst enemy.... just my thoughts and impulses after reading... Loved the imagery and descriptive phrases, DC. I always marvel at your unique and badass poetic voice.... It's your moxie that I wish I could find more of in myself.... It's enviable and makes for such wonderfully awesome reading!!!
Outstanding ink, my friend
🌹 - B
Outstanding ink, my friend
🌹 - B
9th Aug 2021 7:11am
That's such a great compliment. Made my day 😁
I kind of got this idea from an experience I had. I remember before I joined this site I did this poetry contest. When they gave me feedback one of the things the person said was that he doesn't like imaginary enemies lol. Kind of always stuck with me.
Thanka for the read, friend.
I kind of got this idea from an experience I had. I remember before I joined this site I did this poetry contest. When they gave me feedback one of the things the person said was that he doesn't like imaginary enemies lol. Kind of always stuck with me.
Thanka for the read, friend.
8th Aug 2021 10:46am
9th Aug 2021 7:12am
18th Aug 2021 7:19am
As Orwell said...we MUST have at least one enemy...powerful ink DC.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
