glenwf
root and riot
raise your voice
dig for meaning in the void
your are your last hope
your best hope
depending on anyone else is simple a failure
i have no image
no sweet nouns or bitter verbs
flowing from my fingers
no sonnets flowing from my tounge
no music in my heart
i am an empty vessel
void of all that could be
with no muse to light my way, i am nothing
i predict a riot
harsh and cold
looming shadows and angry whispers
falling from hidden doorways
Where accusing eyes peer
day and night
i embraced everything you offered
without hesitation
without question
you gave me all the things
i believed i wanted
needed..
Now i'm surrounded
by your best intentions
broken by my careless hands
and left like forgotten debris
floating in your tears
forgetting is easy
its living with the memories
the pain
the regrets
that's where the true skill lies
watching pictures fade and curl
flowers die
and everything you've ever known slowly crumble
forgetting is for fucking amateurs
twisted like a pretzel
heartstrings pulled
in a million directions
till i am cold and wasted
falling apart
at the bottom of someones
forgotten memory
domestic bliss
as real as central intelligence
We are all taught to feel warm and fuzzy
By words strung together
and given meaning
by people we've never met
and probably wouldn't like anyway
take the words you've been fed
shove your finger down your throat
regurgitate them into something
you truly give a shit about