IndignationA Poem by 78%H2O
I spoke, and
you spoke, and personality is the bane of language. So much is left to the imagination, so that we might as well be playing charades with our tongues. Well, you didn't quite get my meaning, so now I'm kicking rocks and looking at tress, as if to ask them, "What do I do now?" The rocks say, "Hold firm to that which you know to be truest, be it a hulking boulder or the minutest grain of sand." The trees don't agree, "That which you greet with stubbornness and rigidity will destroy you from without, But that which you greet with love and open arms will sustain you from within." See, you see indignation as a ferocious wolf that must be slain, but only because you're afraid of it. I stare it in the eyes, and see that it is really something said starved of meaning, and just as afraid of you as you are of it. If only you turn and face it, it simply runs away. For instance, when conflict arises, You go on the attack, but I distract myself, giggling at the thought of both of us wrestling a neurotic poodle. © 2011 78%H2O |
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Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 17, 2011 Author78%H2OMOAboutI have tasted the faery fungus and haven't stopped vomitting words like runes ever since. My brain makes me sick to my stomach, and while senses can be deceitful, pleasures never fail. Which is sayi.. more..Writing
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