There’s a racist bald guy talking to his pal in front of me while we wait for the fireworks at Disney’s Hollywood Studios. Priceless. Lol just wanted to share this and didn’t know where since I don’t have any social media. Couldn’t he pick another place to be a moron?
I can’t spew half truths and I let it be known —
I make the Father of Lies ashamed
With my opinion on whatavever you bring to my table
Wish I had more hurtful words to say —
Anything that would cut us both so deeply
I couldn’t say it to your face, but
My hate pool is shallow
As a bird bath fountain.
Anything too terrible to speak
Is always said in front of a mirror
With dry lips and a tired face
I’m the meek
And the lamb,
I am the doves of peace
Flying in confusion
Ignite my lost
My justified anger
Must be hiding somewhere
In the lonely depths of some blue ocean
Ready to resurface
This isn’t a poem…? I suppose I’m just venting. People get so revolted with me for not feeling angry when I should be… It’s tiring. I wish I could change because this characteristic can be a huge flaw too.
A heavy atmosphere paints
This room with violent colors.
I could never be, and I never was
The things the dream lantern has guided me to become
The house collapses
To bring out all the sealed souls
While I hide in the corner
With doubts condensed in my every tear —
I’m blinded by the light outside
Creeping on me from the tiny crevices
How does being loved feel like?
— It’s hard to put it into words,
And brushed it off
With a smiling face
And shining aura
Children raise from the dead
As a sword crosses my heart;
Living air breathes hope into our lungs
Keats, dead at twenty five;
De Azevedo was gone by twenty;
A myriad of other young talents
Falling like raindrops —
What am I doing with my life
Eating oatmeal at 2pm on a rainy day
In a lonely January? A few months
To meet the sixth year
Of my fall into
This assumed adulthood of chaos and cheap meals
Not a poem, I guess? More like a passing thought.
I want to thank everyone for the lovely year, even if we never got to interact. Thank you for reading my posts, poems and the like, even if occasionally.
Thank you for those who were sweet and kind to me, especially when I really needed sweetness and kindness in my life. You know who you are, I never forget anyone.
I haven’t been very active on WP (or anywhere) lately, but maybe things will change soon. I have to visit many blogs.
Wishing you happiness.
A beautiful and peaceful 2018 for all of us