Uncensored Thursday Bullshit

judge me now, love me later

i cant quite

tell where it’s coming from,

this angst

without a name.

I just know it’s there,

squeezing my stomach

as if it was

there to be squeezed.

I wish i could

pinpoint it

so that i could squeeze it right back

make it feel

what its making me feel.

What makes

you think

that you can

do this to me buddy?

Let me have this day,

let me have this hour,

let me have my life,

and you?

you can f**k off,

I’m just trying to live,

to think straight,

but i can’t

if I’m busy trying to find you

wherever you are,

somewhere between my heart

and my hip

because i know

you’re not pulling at my loins

I’d know if you were a girl,

no you’re an a*****e,

and a coward at that,

squeezing cus you can

because i can’t look inside myself,

my eyes only look out.

so you squeeze

and you squeeze,

i can almost feel you

smiling,

“ha ha, you can’t find me”

while i sit here describing you on this page,

outlining you,

defining you,

slowly trying to find you,

slowly draining you out,

until before you know it,

this poem is all you are,

my fingers are faucets,

spitting you out onto the keyboard

and translating you

into computerized words,

until you’re nothing but what i see,

who’s laughing now, b***h?

you’re out,

and I’m here,

hopefully someone can relate,

look at this poem,

and say,

hey,

this guy is kind of smart,

this poem is kind of dope,

because i hope the fight for my life,

is entertaining.

because at the end of the day,

what’s our life defined by

if not

by the same factors

that a movie is

given its rating;

it’s

two thumbs up

or

its two thumbs down.

what are we but

a five star premiere,

or a two star flop?

Reviews

[Lichelle]

this is quite powerful s**t

[Pegs Van Damme]

thank you a lot