Poetry
*Disclaimer - The poetry on the "Hello Poetry" website under my name is NOT mine. The poetry below is written by me. Also, honor system here, please don't take my work (anywhere on this website) and claim it as your own. Thanks.
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Pierce
should i be standing here alone and crowded societies idiosyncrasies not my own - punishment - privilege - the new realities that come as gently as snapped fingers right in your ears - eyes - and standing on the stage with needling panic at the one who knows me but never knew it with the time paced - slowly frantic - fiercely calm the thrown notice and silenced stream Morbid Beads looking at the tinted lights wondering if it is all not black and white just different shades of gray and i beg for your infection traveling through this tunnel of eyes jumping up and cutting the couch - slice - looking to buy your unbreakable plastic heart talking to the caged man he is hanging upside down i am scratching my neck in this endurance - forced insomnia - and on the paper he draws his ducks bigger than his houses and there is a man floating in black drawn darkness my cage is covered like a bird i slept - stopped singing - taught to sing in the dark - she told me sometimes she thinks he does not love her - not her beauty - uniqueness all her own - his actions speak of a love that stems from the anger he holds inside the anger he holds longer than he holds her i am stretched out in this hollowness as i am relating to your darkness as we look on twisted together by the ties in our hearts he wants to name his daughter jade - symbolic questioning - she likes the stone i pull away saying i want no one to follow - locked doors - really hoping to see you there our eyes meet in everyday experience the colors mean so much and she's sad because of the weather and nothing else |
And it is...
F for the way the forefathers really fucked me F for the freedom I feel yanking my chains F for the fellas that want to be femmes F for the femmes that dig me F for the word fuck in all its grandiosity F for the failures we all feel and see F for the freedom from ourselves and who we think we ought to be F for the fearlessness brewing inside of me F for the fantasies that get me off at noon F for the flicking ashes and the way she carries a tune F for my father and his father before - salute the green - F for the friends that aren't so fickle F for the flecks in her blue eyes F for the freedom I hope for of Friday nights F for the fist that can mean so much F for first times F for the fury I feel when I have to choke down my lunch F for the feeling people and the fucked up freaks F for my four o'clock in the morning insomnia F for the mother Mary Lou and her Uncle Fred F for the freckled faces that held me in high esteem F for the flaky fag that hustled me down the street F is sixth for a reason F knows how to raise hell F will get you what you need and then leave you for a spell F for the fingers that, well, you know about fingers F is for you and for me F is the way you feel the next morning F the f-ing phone call you didn't get from me F is a powerful letter F is easy to draw F is simple F is rare F knows how to show others that you really care F is for the end when you'd rather be asleep F is the one that says get away from me you f-ing sheep F has class F shows your mother that you lack class F crosses your mother's lips when your father is a real mother f-er F for the masses F for the criminally insane F for the loiterers and the rest of us in my name
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