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I'm an open book here, and I have a lot to say, so I'll just say it.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Equally

There are certain poets
I can't help but hate,
really, self righteous
indignant losers.

Yelling as if their anger and
emotional uprising is more than
just an adult temper tantrum
and somehow means more,
or is super special in comparison
than anything you've ever been through.

Boasting about like
they're all that matters,
and only ever write about themselves,
their problems
and how they've been mistreated again.

Sure, my opinion may be unpopular,
and I'd usually stay in silence, always,
so be ready to be offended, because
sometimes it just needs to be said. . .

I get so sick of hearing
angry women complain in slam poetry
about how they're pissed off
because some loser wasn't man enough
to hold the door for them,

only to turn around in the same poem
to say they don't get treated equally.

Let me explain something darling,
if you don't want an open door,
stop expecting one,
it sounds to me as if
he's treating you exactly how you wanted.






Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Say it Again and Again and Again

I often wonder

if anyone worried about me,
if anyone had any words of wisdom
that I was never able to listen to
because I was too busy
trying to be those words
for myself or someone else.

How much did I miss
while I was preoccupied,
laboring with a thought
that lingered longer
than it ever should have?

I wish I could have you repeat
the words to me,
anything you ever wanted to say
but in the end, much was said
and not enough heard.

We missed our opportunity.

Who am I talking to?

Those who cared
that I tossed your feelings aside
like children do broken toys,
but you meant everything to me
and you never stopped to make me listen.

You gave up on me.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Do You Have a Death Wish?

To those who envy death,
do you count it as a wish
or a desire?

Is it that you'd like to see
the lives you've touched
or is it desperate plea
to get away?

Why do you want so bad
to see what others feel the need
to say after you've gone away?

You know,
if they don't say it
while the life runs through your blood
then they probably don't mean it
when the life runs out.