retraction

retraction

 

notebooks and ledgers

betray my will. I’m lost.

 

rain falls without

my permission. I’m wet.

 

fiends are born

and friends die,

 

and I push desperate

buttons that control nothing.

 

my jokes aren’t funny,

but my prayers are a giggle.

 

can’t jiggle locked hopes

until they become real.

 

I feel like a dirty snowball,

drifting through space,

 

who believes it will soon

be a brilliant comet.

 

odds say it could just

remain dirty and cold.

 

hold out your tiny hand,

I’ll give you a pearl:

 

remember when I said

you control your destiny?

 

disregard that sexy lie

and make up a better one

 

to tell your kids.

Author's Note

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

Yup..we all wanna be a f*****g comet when in reality we're nothing but filthy slush. Tell your kin and studenst whatever you want, they cannot be anything they want exemplified by this piece.
Sometimes, you just have to look em in the face and tell them
"No johnny, you hideously stupid. Get to training for the WWE or a drug dealer."

RIght the f**k on

[KAREN]

A relateable poem!
rain falls without
my permission. I'm wet.

and I push desperate
buttons that control nothing. (Favorite lines!)

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

Astonishing how you know to write what I need most to read...

[cfix]

This is really out there but I mean that in a good way.
Awesome writing.
It's cute and wonderful.

[OT]

oh the sarcasm breathes!! haha very nice, some great lines - I like the idea of the comet - clever stuff and the play on giggle, jiggle gave it a jingle like read ha!! oh how that dirty snowball culminates into one big dirty lie!!

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is an almost lethal dose of skepticism, my friend. I love it! Too many fabulous 2-liners to count.

and I push desperate
buttons that control nothing... Now if that doesn't define the human condition, what does?