Our Own Worst Enemy (But a Strait-Jacket Doesn't Fit the World)A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan
We all hate most interruptions, yet we're all happy wasting time with things like the internet. There is nothing wrong in being different but all these useless distractions are eroding individuality.
Short-sighted escape from one place to the same place,
Dissolving in and out of crowds; pulling clouds out of my eyes.
Living in the wrong place, the mind consumes and reshapes the universe.
Too much on our minds the heart lies; every window tells its own story.
Irritable lifetime of wanting;
Beauty is a cruel collage of all the things
We wish to be instead of who we are.
Everyone wants whatever everyone else has;
People get in the way of other people.
Days drag yearning for another age,
Even though it would probably be just the same.
Distracted from ourselves
Life is a conspiracy of distractions,
Mess is all we have and all we leave behind.
Endings are everywhere we go, we're just interruptions
Walking in and out of people like a ghost.
There's not enough time to exist,
Wherever we go the gentle are consumed by the weak.
Which is easier being faithful to yourself or to someone else?
Everyone aggravates everyone else; everything disappoints,
Everything depresses yet we dress ourselves up in smiles.
Born to fail; nullified by honesty there's no point in hoping,
Doomed honestly from the very moment we open our eyes.
Hibernating from the world the only true place to hide is in ourselves,
In truth there is nothing else I can do to get my life back.
People disappear all the time turning into bugs and pests,
Because that's all we ever really are. Drawn to light and trash,
Trapped and crushed by the world whether we speak up or not.
Negatives of rainbows; another day you cannot face.
Feet have to leave the ground to really touch the earth,
Bends in the river lead to another sleepless night.
Some things don't really become visible till they're out of view.
Made to feel not meant for this world, for being aware of the world.
You all just make me want to be somewhere else, where I can be different.
We're all selfish, love winds us up and life traps us.
Resist being good cause being good gets you nowhere,
You can beat me at everything; but you can't win, I just defeat myself.
Nice guys forever finish last, you were nice in your own way
That's why you put a gun to the head of everyone who ever loved you back.
Dec 6, 2011
© 2011 Sweet & Tender Hooligan
Sweet & Tender Hooligan
Newport, South Wales, United Kingdom
AboutI'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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