For F**k's Sake

I'm no spoken word poet.

i will never write a song that moves the world.
and maybe that's okay.
i will never amount to anything that you,
or someone i know, or someone i don't
hasn't already amounted to, and gotten change for,
and maybe that's okay too,
because every single time i open my room's only window
to sip night air that never forgets to taste sweeter
than any cocktail in the universe made with hours that came before,
i remember to remember that somewhere out there
is a guy, or a girl, or a kid, or a dream
that i know, or that i don't
who's got my back on this one.

i could have your back too, if you want.
and maybe that's okay sometimes,
but you need to stop looking into every mirror that catches your
infinitely gorgeous, effortlessly perfect,
don't-need-no-goddamn-colored-contacts eyes.
i promise you that no heart ever broke without acoustic guitar,
and even the ones that did got to tell stories to people in bars
like war heroes talking about how they got their scars
to folk that couldn't do a hell of a lot less than be fascinated.
so smile, and try a little harder to take my word for it
when i say that you're beautiful for it,
and that the world is better for it,
and that you can take that $20 you were gonna spend on some s**t you didn't need
and give it away to the first stranger that smiles back at you.
you'll be better off by the time you're done explaining yourself
and they aren't a stranger anymore.

honestly, i don't even remember if we had a prom queen,
but trust me, you will never in your life be better served by makeup
than sunscreen.
and i know this is starting to sound like it was written for every girl
who has fought tooth-and-nail to over-complicate something so simple as life,
but that's only because my only advice to the guys is of the incidental,
pathetically simple,
shouldn't-even-need-to-be-said variety:

maybe you're like me, and maybe you aren't.
maybe you'll write that song that moves the world,
and maybe you won't.
maybe you already have,
and all my rambling, hopefully-not-too-terribly-incoherent,
stream-of-kind-of-consciousness, heavy-handed bullshit
will spend its entire existence waiting on doorsteps
unnoticed by everyone listening to your music too loudly to hear it knocking.
but one way or the other,

for f**k's sake, don't be an a*****e.

Reviews

[Robin]

I got your back ..

I don't know If I will ever write the song to move the world , or maybe I have it hidden . and that sunscreen advice .. prom queen or wallflower ( damn tangents thought streams) take heed .. and man , listening , sure is different than hearing ..

a poet you are .

[Zatoichi]

you have a way with words; tell me why i should go on breathing, please. i honestly believe you know.

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

I came here again. I'm healed, again. This poet has your back. You are talented my friend. I hope you get this notification and just write a lil' sum'n sum'n for the masses again. Right now, at 11:20 p.m. you're my hero!

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

I think, thanks to you, I'll write a poem. For f**k's sake. Poetry's in your blood.

[AM]

lol ... absolutely awesome.

[Dane Osborne]

Real and honest but done in a original way. The wordiness actually added to the effect and fleshed out what you were expressing. People go through life trying to stick out and be special BUT YET what is behind this effort? Maybe they are trying to fit in with a group/herd and their subjective standards of success and beauty and happiness. When instead they should focus on figuring out what each of those things mean to them individually. This made me think, well done.

[Elizabeth]

I don't remember our Prom Queen, either. And it seemed so damn important at the time. Brilliant, as always. So many great lines... from sunscreen to war vets, the images are fantastic. And the last line is priceless.

[zig]

very well written, and message received load and clear, best of luck to ya

[ju]

there are too many perfect lines in this- that i wish were mine. "to sip night air that never forgets to taste sweeter" wow- and "no heart ever broke without acoustic guitar" --- so many brilliant lines- fitting together. feels natural. love it.

[Zoe Jay]

Your writing is structurally and conceptually very sophisticated. The first lines have a strong impact and are an excellent, concise, punchy introduction to the ideas in the poem. They move into a beautifully rhythmic and flowing verse. Smooth and even pace, graceful word usage, and the sentiments here are beautifully captured. We must all learn to accept the joy of this moment of life, rather than judging ourselves on who we are or what we achieved until we forget to appreciate the moment. I love the quirky occasional rhymes, they give real dynamic and color and feel to the piece. This is really great, simply and directly expressed, slightly colloquial, punchy, but also elegant and very well thought out. This is a great poem with a great message, very well written :-)

[Ariel B.]

Hah! Oh, nicely said. Some really lovely lines - I especially like
"i promise you that no heart ever broke without acoustic guitar,
and even the ones that did got to tell stories to people in bars
like war heroes talking about how they got their scars" -
and I do enjoy this rambling, actually fairly coherent way you've said something that gets so succinctly summed up in the last line.