RosesA Poem by Not here
Thank you all for coming out.
In my show you will hear all about insanity, injustices, and most of all me. There's no need to worry because most of all we use the things we say just to try and get a few poor people to not die. I don't want sit here and tell you all lies; all of the awards and the accolades are nice. But what really takes me to my highest highs is when the words I say come out so precise that they just take control and they aid everyone who is still weighed down by the world on their shoulders and spend their entire day dodging boulders. So take every show I say and just use it. If you ever find yourself lost and you peruse it I just hope that it will make a change even if it is only of a small range. I just want you all to be okay, okay? Because no matter what they say, I say that you can be anything you want to. You too have a future that's as good as you. I grew myself into a weed that only destroyed and so when it was time, they all did avoid me and my wandering wanderings. I did unspeakable things that I can't speak. Why am I so insane that I let it go? This is my flow but I do not know if I can control what flows out of this hole. My mouth is so bad and it just makes me so sad when I mess up my soul. I just get out on parole. So just let me yell and tell things I will never tell to anyone else. I can't work any harder. I pant everyday of my life just working to work hard. Strife is a word that I use too much because when I don't feel clutch I fall back onto normal rhymes that take me back to my child times. Big or biggest but not bigger than myself. I hold the trigger. I c**k it, load it, and shoot it. They all applaud because I am suited to make a mess of myself even while sitting on a shelf. I jump off and look down below at all of the faces I know. I will never commit suicide but I also won't step aside. I'm creating my own ride. But never ever follow suit because the problems aren't acute. They are big and growing more into a menacing menace for sure. Haha, see when I don't know what to say I pick a word and say it twelve times in a day? Menacing menace, but so pretentiously pretending because some days I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing just blending in with the common folk of my city. Look, I'm not looking for anyone's pity. Nowadays, we all love the intensity but it seems like we're living in the Ten City. Ten out of ten, anything less is considered to be a catastrophic mess. Is it the media's fault or my own? There's something inside of us in the zone where it makes us all want to be more but every time we get there, it opens another door only to shut it in our face and scream, "Haha! You thought you could achieve your dream by just walking into a doorway slowly?" Trust me, inside I sure ain't holy. I'm just a big mess, a concoction of hate. How are we supposed to live our lives in this state? I'm working hard, working harder, working hardest. Then all of a sudden, I fall down the hardest. At the end of the day, well, the hardest thing for me to do is get up and look hardest. My emotionless expressions are sometimes the hardest so I just pick up a pen and let it out. The hardest poems that I write sometimes take multiple pens. I'm talking three, four, five if not more than tens. I write so hard that it just goes "snap!" I throw it down onto the ground and I slap whatever I was working on before. Pick it up, pull back, throw it out the door. I'm tired of being at the top of the list for pity-parties. Now it seems that I've missed so many opportunities for myself. Putting on shows like this from my shelf. They're all throwing roses up towards me, so many that the only thing I can see is the really bright color of them all, just red. To be honest, I'd rather jump off and be dead. But I just step back and walk to Ten City. This is my hometown, even if it is s****y.
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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