We're All Dirt

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.

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.

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[Erin]

“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

[Andrew Wright]

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

[Mo'Kha]

"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

[Quinn Blackburn]

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)

[RonnieBreight]

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. :).

[Kes]

"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.

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

[Ruth]

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