How many times do you have to fall
into puddles of gasoline
and break perfect rainbows
to see
that you can’t do that?
This is sort of cute. But it’s also a little bit choppy. However, people don’t exactly fall on purpose, per say, and you make it sound like they did.
How many times to do you have to
yell and stomp and chant
poetic lies to the woman
driving by? she’s got kids
and all, and she don’t need
your shit.
*okay...that’s just sort of weird, dear. I don’t even know what to think about it. Like, who does that? No need to answer that*
How many times do you have to break
unbroken silence with muffled screams
of injustice and lies
before you realize
you are the problem?
*ooooohhhh....it’s getting good. Who is the audience you’re directing this towards?*
I mean, when will you realize you can’t
change the world? When will reality
shatter your fragile glasshouse and
make you bleed, so poetically, over
white carpet and hidden red walls?
*white carpet...hidden walls, bleeding poetically...hmmm, glasshouse? I’m sorry, I don’t get this at all.*
How many times can you think
you will change the world
before you realize
you are as meaningless as the rainbows
and unbroken silence you broke
and the undefiled white carpet
that now holds your blood?
Ouch. Sucks to be this person.
I don’t really like this poem, I didn’t understand the imagery. It’s better than any of my stuff, of course, but...still, it’s not nearly as dramatic as most of your stuff, it’s like...watered chestnuts, not to crazy and it’s not the best, but...you know?
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