Too IntenseA Poem by Elleannatasha
I swear to Dog, if I hear this one more time
I'm going to scream -TOO SHALLOW!- In their f*****g face! I'm beyond tired of these words, Of being told that we don't talk about Such things, we don't speak like that in polite company. My Scorpio Moon begs to differ with your version Of polite. When the f**k were you crowned Etiquette King? Should we just walk around Zombies of consumption pretending that we feel Nothing? Or only what they tell you too? Don't talk about Ego's and mysticism. It's rude. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Someone, bring me a spaceship I want a new planet! Where we are allowed to be exactly what we are without reprimand. I'm tired. Jaded. Cynical anymore... With all this polite conversation and Superficial repertoire. Its exhausting. We all agree. I'm intense. I don't bother With too much tact or beating bushes I see and feel deeply and I CAN'T HELP IT! Why is it such a problem? I don't get it. © 2013 Elleannatasha |
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1 Review Added on June 26, 2013 Last Updated on June 26, 2013 AuthorElleannatashaSaint Louis, MOAboutWanderer... Musing over all the delights and absurdities by spinning them into word feasts. Drink a little. Have a slice. I like the rabbit hole. I feel very at home there. more..Writing
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