Siddhartha
cutting corners
like cutting lines:
crooked
like cutting people
sharp edges
ouch
an ambassador to the trade
she said as if he had it made
simple now all you have to do
is see this bullshit all the way through
don't shame but pity the liars
for they burn themselves in their forest fires
don't rain on my parade!
or my circus
for the matter
Our big red tents are
lumpy
and grungy
and we much prefer
the open air
not to mention
we really are
trying
to get away from
all that stereotypical shit
to add insult to injury
you didn't even scrape your knee
as you stumbled out the door
while the sky cried and rain began to pour
fine! leave me!
I don't care
just try to leave!
just you dare
come with me
companion to the wilderness
sit with me
and stand with me
and walk with me
in the wild
sit with me
and listen to me
tell you of the jungle
in my mind
look at the map
of scribbles
I hand you
and patch the holes in my life
with thread like
simply saying
my only problem
is that the map is upside down
the spikes that stabbed
her back were made of no plain steel
they were sharper than any metal
in her head, but all too real
as they pushed into her skin
broken open gushed with blood
societal standards are a sin
and body image is a flash flood
the dawn will approach and the rivers will unfreeze
though it now is night and the world seems grim
the skylight is dim
as it stretches over the forests and seas
hospitals are clean
too clean?
and white
too white
they smell
clean
and
white
like a lie
that's too perfect
that's covering a smell
of death
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The doorway looked empty
from a specific angle.
but not from the angle of the door.
So little people think of him
he barely thinks of himself anymore.
Afterall, what are doors for?
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