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Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity
and there’s some truth in that
I tell myself, as I dab hot tears
from my eyes
happy ones
I’ve just listened to one of my heroes
tell me how much they enjoyed
my poetry after all, the clarity of image,
how it rose from the page like smoke
through a difficult subject matter.
Truth is, everything else
is background noise.
I think about how many fists
have punched through proverbial drywall,
the narcissistic cunts that have gathered
like flies on shit to play who claims
the biggest pile
and I wonder why I got so upset
over the woman with the dusty vag
or clapped-out-car Sue
or the guy with small dick energy
who wanted to serve my pain
as if he was feeding tigers steak
through high fences at a zoo
and it doesn’t matter
none of it ever fucking matters
because there is air in my lungs
and warm sheets of paper
and the sun rises despite gravity
weighing that fucker down
there are friends, and there is love
overflowing my cup as I clear
blockages from my past
mouldy, dead wood
I banish from my stream
because, I’m doing it girls—
I’m winging the life
I could only dream of when I slept
under an iron bridge looking up
at homeless stars
I’m finally loving in a way
that I want to be loved
it doesn’t matter
a single
solitary
shit
what you take from me
because this peace is mine
and after all, my loves—
people throw rocks
at things that shine.
Published 24th Jun 2024
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Anonymous
- Edited 7th Sep 2024 3:45pm
24th Jun 2024 12:10pm
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24th Jun 2024 11:04pm
Thanks! Just be careful with the gritted teeth…. Dentist’s are in short supply lol.
Thanks for popping in and leaving your thoughts.
-M
Thanks for popping in and leaving your thoughts.
-M
Anonymous
- Edited 7th Sep 2024 3:45pm
24th Jun 2024 11:49pm
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24th Jun 2024 4:11pm
That's right! Fuck em. They can't take what is yours. Misery loves company. Let them have each other. You keep doing you! Loved this fuck you letter to the haters!
24th Jun 2024 11:06pm
lol… I’m always doing me. That’s what keeps me going. I have no desire to be anybody else.
Really glad you found something of value in this. Fuck the haters indeed :)
Appreciate this and you.
-M
Really glad you found something of value in this. Fuck the haters indeed :)
Appreciate this and you.
-M
Anonymous
25th Jun 2024 7:19pm
The title is only a hint of the brilliance you captured in thus piece
25th Jun 2024 10:28pm
That's a powerful piece for sure.
The verse that resonated with me began with:
"and I wonder why I got so upset"
ended with:
"through high fences at a zoo"
It jumped out and floored me.
"Small dick energy"
A humbling concept smashing through the veneer of life.
Regards
James
The verse that resonated with me began with:
"and I wonder why I got so upset"
ended with:
"through high fences at a zoo"
It jumped out and floored me.
"Small dick energy"
A humbling concept smashing through the veneer of life.
Regards
James
26th Jun 2024 8:52am
