One day very soonly here,
I'm going to take a trip.
With daffodils and hummingbirds,
I'll walk and jump and skip.
Clouds like bunnies' cottontails,
trees with open arms,
grass so green, ground so rich;
there's no need to be alarmed.
I'll send a postcard quick as I can,
sign it, "See you soon."
I'm not quite sure when that will be,
'cause I've run away with the spoon.
A cookie-cutter neighborhood,
a set of well-spun rules,
a 'lack of segregation,'
a belt with all required tools,
a string of white pearls,
a suit donned every day,
a moment of congeniality
between two miserable fools.
A future that's so set in stone,
a 'thirst for education,'
a vacation on a cruise,
a king fit for his throne,
a bush of well-groomed roses,
a toast of wine at dinner,
a cigar lit in celebration
among the men in poses.
They so eagerly decline
the supposition of falsehood
because they're so brainwashed
that this is the common good.
You're gonna wanna go. by dumbledoresarmy66, literature
Literature
You're gonna wanna go.
There are these things,
these warm, wriggly things,
and they bubble
and trouble
and fumble
and bumble
inside of my tummy
until I'm so overcome
with the sensations
that I'm blind
and deaf
and dumb.
All I want is for you to want me.
Rather, for you to show that you do.
Forget all that gobbledygook. by dumbledoresarmy66, literature
Literature
Forget all that gobbledygook.
My fortune tells me silly things,
lame words ringing untrue,
and I sit contemplating strings
of things that bite and rue.
I'll stop fretting very soon
and find solace in the grooves
of all the scars we left behind
because the pain only improves.
I am worthy,
and I will be okay.
Figure that one out. by dumbledoresarmy66, literature
Literature
Figure that one out.
There was this tumbling in my tummy
that told me not to trust you,
not to open up,
but I ignored it.
Because I chose to ignore it,
it's spiting me, biting me,
and tearing me apart
from the inside, out.
The solution to the problem stared,
glared at me with venom in its eyes,
and I cowered before it,
sick to my stomach.
Now I'm all alone, yet I'm really not at all,
but my heart thuds heavily, sadly,
with my blood pumping slowly,
and I apologize.
But it's too late.
And now it's done.
Social symbolism. by dumbledoresarmy66, literature
Literature
Social symbolism.
Darwin had a theory
about natural selection;
the earth could sense the weak,
and the weak were no more.
It work like that with people:
the 'strong' can sense the weak.
Most frequently, however,
the strong aren't so at all.
They're really just as fragile,
but far more adaptive.
They adjust to their surroundings
and fight fire with fire;
the small don't see the harm
and get caught in the cross-hairs.
Once the predator knows its prey,
it doesn't launch in for attack.
Instead, it shrivels and slithers about it,
all handiwork done behind backs.
It takes advantage of the creature
in its frail state of being,
and the animal only
My words are broken.
They do not speak.
They do not cry
or shout
or scream,
or flow
or come
or go
or reach
into the darker things beneath
to pull them out and rid me of
all the feelings I could not bear.
Instead I stand lonely with
my insides rotting out.
Stitching up the seams. by dumbledoresarmy66, literature
Literature
Stitching up the seams.
It's like every fiber in my being's screaming,
but I can't quite make it out;
are they commenting on my naivety?
What else could they be on about?
I expected so much from you,
yet I've given you so little.
It's always all or nothing,
never, ever in the middle.
I keep apologizing for what I've done,
and no one's telling me it's okay;
there's only one thing logical to now do,
and that's to sleep it all away.
I think I'd love to die alone. by dumbledoresarmy66, literature
Literature
I think I'd love to die alone.
I used to press a razor blade
deep into my thighs;
fat lot of good that did me,
just filled my mouth with lies.
Then I found God and went to church,
immersed myself in prayer;
too bad that shit's just a crock
and nothing in it's fair.
Shortly soonly, I moved on
and had a few... accidents;
the wondrous world of high school sports,
pain playing on defense.
The smoking habit happened next,
and that was fine by me;
so quickly that resource burned out
as it ain't fine by Mommy.
So, you tell me, what should I do
now that I've nothing left?
Resort to these or just move on -
liquor... gambling... theft?
Well, I'm just kidding, don