We're All Dirt

We're All Dirt

A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan
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This one's for anyone who treats you or others like dirt. It's for anyone who's felt like dirt and for the dirt that rules and betrays us and seeps into us. Making us feel like dirt.

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If nightmares never end
then life is a curse.

Be careful what you believe,
careful who you trust,
be careful of falling.

Don't suffocate or stifle
just be yourself.

The tide turns,
the world doesn't revolve
around just one voice.

Money has no heart,
just a two-faced mask
to hide it's blood hunger.

Wondering where you are,
the future is before you
but the past is all you see.

Ask a stranger as you wander
and you'll find that time doesn't exist
and that we all lose our way.

The tawdriness and benality of the city at night,
seeps into the skin. Burying itself deep into your soul.

Trainee's, assistants and the next in line
are all road sweepers and cleaners. Sent to clean
up the mess of others. In the early hours of a cold
and heartless city. We'll become the next
bits of dust and dirt to be swept away.

Pylons are hunched up giant dogs shitting on all of us.
Aeroplanes are giant mechanical birds preying on us all.

Rows and rows of buildings and windows.
Just as seedy as strip-clubs 
but just as dusty and benign.
As taken for granted churches and graveyards.

Don't let evil become a mask 
that you submissively wear to worm
your way into the heart of the city.
Don't let sparks of loneliness consume you.

We're all dirt that get's walked on, kicked up and pissed over.
We're the newspaper readers and the trash TV watchers.
We're all social net-worker bee's and the junk food eaters.
We're the newspaper story that becomes tomorrows toilet paper.
We're all the gossipers and the gossip of yesterday's TV schedule.
We're just the expendable voters and consumers. Tomorrows dust.




© 2010 Sweet & Tender Hooligan



Author's Note

Sweet & Tender Hooligan
Inspired by Philip Larkin, Bret Easton Ellis and Ben Myers.
Anger and disappointment are the best cures for writing block.


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“Money as no heart.”
Did you mean to say, “Money HAS no heart”? ‘Cause it seems like an awkward sentence.
But the thing about it is that it’s really good. Tone, word choice (ohmigosh word choice), and message are very good. Personal, deep, epic. Amazing, sir, really, job well done.
PBP


Posted 7 Years Ago


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Dark honesty. This is surprisingly more refreshing than a poem about many of the happier things. I concur.

Posted 5 Years Ago


"The tawdriness and benality of the city at night,
seeps into the skin. Burying itself deep into your soul."
This is my favorite phrase in the piece, though I believe the word you intended to use is "banality". You're a good writer. Be sure to use your tools; there's never any shame in looking up a word in the dictionary. Blessings, ~M

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Splendid wordcrafting! Very cathartic. We are all just so much dust, a random collection of chemicals, and water... but some of us were made with just a touch more stardust than others, and shine through the grime. :o)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

“Money as no heart.”
Did you mean to say, “Money HAS no heart”? ‘Cause it seems like an awkward sentence.
But the thing about it is that it’s really good. Tone, word choice (ohmigosh word choice), and message are very good. Personal, deep, epic. Amazing, sir, really, job well done.
PBP


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. I love this so much. It's like a wake up call to the world that everyone is the same. "We're all dirt". I love that so much. Too many people think they're the only ones who have stuff going on... vomittttttt. I also love the line, "don't let sparks of loneliness consume you". That's the most dangerous thing people face today, I think. One bad relationship, and they give up and give in to their worst selves.
This was beautiful and deep to think about. You did a great job. :).

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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"Anger and disappointment are the best cures for writing block."
I agree with you there.

My greatest fear is becoming dust and no one ever remembering I existed. The thought makes life seem so worthless and so pointless. Disposable. Fragile.

Great write, great read. Great stuff.
We aoll feel like dirt sometimes. Or, for some of us, a lot of the time.
Never stop writing... and you'll never be just dust.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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poignant and interesting...current and clever...and really enjoyable 'spoken word' write

Posted 7 Years Ago


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We are as humans with flaws, alas, this is a time when more and more people need to rise up against the rubbish we are mind controlled into believing! Media, TV, and so forth, all mind control! Embedded journalism never tells truth!
Awesome poem love!
Love it!
xx

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Tags: dirt, anger, pain, suffering, lies, betrayal, manipulation, deceit, corruption, nightmares, hell, life, we're all dirt, ben myers, philip larkin, bret easton ellis, george grosz, the wanderer

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Sweet & Tender Hooligan
Sweet & Tender Hooligan

Newport, South Wales, United Kingdom



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I'm Russell from Wales. I've been writing for many years. Writing is important to me and its my only reason for being on this site. I like to take my time on my poems and I hope to keep learning an.. more..

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