Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
All the good words have already been said
I need you to hear me
As you plug up your ears,
Walk away shaking your head.
Are you disdained?
Your back to me, I can't tell.
You said you'd always be
There for me, to listen, forever.
I learned early on that
Forever is not something
Generally bumped into.
Forever isn't a word that means
Eternal. No, forever is just
A word. You get older,
From youth to maturity,
You are growing towards that
One lost conclusion.
I met with it, head on, with an
Intensity that could have killed
Smaller, weaker hearts.
I'm sad that it's something
I've met with, something,
Another something I've recognized.
Ever since you leaked your
Dialogue onto me, I've been
Paralyzed with ideal thought
Regarding your purpose in
My life, and my purpose in yours.
But in my life, I've
Committed some rights and
Even more wrongs, though
I'm still pondering the purpose
Of the “supposed” lessons learned.
My skin still seethes from
The chemical shower known as
Your honest opinions. I can't judge.
I've no fight remaining at
My scarred fingertips.
Did you get over it yet?
Because if you did then
Perhaps you could teach me how?
I've fallen from paradise
To hell, in the “onliest” manner
Of speaking. Why should you
Ever think about me,
When your whole essence
Clings upon my insides.
The comet tails of my growing
Up haven't brightened up any
Portion of sky in a long time.
They died out too long ago
To bother remembering.
My Libran mind flounders about
At the hurricane-rush of
Heated words that came from
The mouths attach to
Those ripped from your loins.
I'm mad that you expected us
To just smile and nod like
Drones to your abrasive vernacular.
I always thought you'd
Want us to be better than that.
So how do you feel now? Don't
Answer that, I fear the
Outcome of whatever falls
From your mouth. Like the
Rotted honesty that spilled
From mine, his and hers.
I can't beg for reasoning.
I'm slightly better than that,
Though it's only just so.
I've cried enough over it,
Letting myself fall lower and
Lower till I was
Level with the ground and OOPS!
Now they're all able to
Walk all over me as though
I were the doormat you've made
Me out to be. I want
To say that I'm glad I'm not
A part of that; to say… well,
All the good words have already been said.
November 1, 2005
Suge
*I know onliest isn't a word but I like what it means to me. This is kind of a quiet rant, a bunch of words that happened in my head about something that happened in the home*
As you plug up your ears,
Walk away shaking your head.
Are you disdained?
Your back to me, I can't tell.
You said you'd always be
There for me, to listen, forever.
I learned early on that
Forever is not something
Generally bumped into.
Forever isn't a word that means
Eternal. No, forever is just
A word. You get older,
From youth to maturity,
You are growing towards that
One lost conclusion.
I met with it, head on, with an
Intensity that could have killed
Smaller, weaker hearts.
I'm sad that it's something
I've met with, something,
Another something I've recognized.
Ever since you leaked your
Dialogue onto me, I've been
Paralyzed with ideal thought
Regarding your purpose in
My life, and my purpose in yours.
But in my life, I've
Committed some rights and
Even more wrongs, though
I'm still pondering the purpose
Of the “supposed” lessons learned.
My skin still seethes from
The chemical shower known as
Your honest opinions. I can't judge.
I've no fight remaining at
My scarred fingertips.
Did you get over it yet?
Because if you did then
Perhaps you could teach me how?
I've fallen from paradise
To hell, in the “onliest” manner
Of speaking. Why should you
Ever think about me,
When your whole essence
Clings upon my insides.
The comet tails of my growing
Up haven't brightened up any
Portion of sky in a long time.
They died out too long ago
To bother remembering.
My Libran mind flounders about
At the hurricane-rush of
Heated words that came from
The mouths attach to
Those ripped from your loins.
I'm mad that you expected us
To just smile and nod like
Drones to your abrasive vernacular.
I always thought you'd
Want us to be better than that.
So how do you feel now? Don't
Answer that, I fear the
Outcome of whatever falls
From your mouth. Like the
Rotted honesty that spilled
From mine, his and hers.
I can't beg for reasoning.
I'm slightly better than that,
Though it's only just so.
I've cried enough over it,
Letting myself fall lower and
Lower till I was
Level with the ground and OOPS!
Now they're all able to
Walk all over me as though
I were the doormat you've made
Me out to be. I want
To say that I'm glad I'm not
A part of that; to say… well,
All the good words have already been said.
November 1, 2005
Suge
*I know onliest isn't a word but I like what it means to me. This is kind of a quiet rant, a bunch of words that happened in my head about something that happened in the home*
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