F**k literature

Slightly neurotic, slightly manic-depressive, never really anything,
Slightly numb in between and slightly tragic in poems of despair, in poems of fear, in romantic poems of darkness and demons
Voices of silence listening to the sound of my own growth or voices loud as the roar of the ocean’s waves ranting and raving of fathers who don’t deserve that name, of people lost in time and space and in my mind... relationships, recipes
Language that gets through to the people on my edges
Vision
Meaning caught up in the matrix of words that whisper of hidden desires,
That scream in the rage of my past,
That count the seconds in between our breaths exhaling smoke,
That bite your lips in search of the taste of blood,
That caress your hair when you sleep exhausted of my never-ending energy,
That yell unromantic farewells to cover up the wail of the train leaving the station,
That spit on the graves of my never spoken petty hatreds,
That pray for the forgiveness of sins that no longer matter,
That search frantically for my misplaced glasses, for a way out and for an explanation
That build the clichés and the self-absorbed whimpering that I’m ashamed of
That finally, when everything is said and the metaphors fall silent, shape time and the world
Exorcism, salvation

Reviews

[alan khan]

f*****g awesome. amazing work. amazing job.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I had to read again. This poem would be fun to read out loud. So many strong statements in your poem. The whole poem was very good. Ending made the poem perfect.
Coyote