The Naivety of Being AliveA Poem by L'Enfant TerribleTake it easy. Slow down. That’s what everybody says or so they pretend to care. Hate. What a naive word. Like the brute force of Goliat. Ha, but is so simple that it always works. Yes I hate. Hate, hate, hate. But rather-the gentleman says-is not what drives you as people at first could tell. Frustration is a kinder word; more concise and accurate Is not that hard to understand. Alas, people never listen and only hear. Most of them, exceptions are rare. And the innocent desire of going mad or run away or maybe just kill yourself. Is a very simple thing. Alas, people never listen and only hear. Is not that hard to understand-I think-the basic needs of soul, emotions, body and mind. Childish desire that should stop. Trip for free and f**k them all cos they’d obviously not understand. The wouldn’t-no, they don’t. Being tragic is so mainstream is boring. That’s just the way it is. the childish soul will never understand. Humanity and sense depend on it. People say it’s very simple to have a life. Alas, people never listen and only hear. © 2011 L'Enfant Terrible |
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1 Review Added on September 30, 2011 Last Updated on September 30, 2011 AuthorL'Enfant TerribleWaiting For The Sirens' CallAboutSkinny rent boy is one of the girls. Hi, I’m Fer, your unfavourite young mexican pansexual genderqueer. Closet romantic, vegetarian, socialist, por-Palestine, Suedehead, ranter, multifacetic/.. more..Writing
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