CoNFoRm

my conformity
  a deflated bag
lost hot air
as the child-died
reborn now child-like
  //@// who is scorned
the twinkle in one eye
be pus in another
and let Puritan Zombies
eat meat
i feast upon the crème
of Divine creativity!

yet in this brittle skin
cracks form rivers deep
each flow a voice unspoken,
a silence I cannot keep.
For every mask they hand me,
I wear it, and then I shed�"
the lies they mold to fit me,
are but garments I have bled.

My heart beats out of time,
a rhythm all my own,
while the world screams at me
to conform, to be alone.
I am the color breaking
from their black-and-white despair�"
the chaos in their order,
the rebel in their prayer.

They bow to broken idols,
to gods of fear and shame,
but I shall carve a temple
from the ruins of their blame.
I’ll dance upon the ashes
of all they tried to mold�"
a flame untamed, unyielding,
a truth too wild to hold.

:: 05-26-2014 ::

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

word.
'My heart beats out of time, / a rhythm all my own,' suits me too; really liked this line.
i was never good at conforming. for a couple years i tried then i realised that all these 'normal' people are actually miserable.
i refuse to do as you tell me just so i can be as bitter and unhappy as you are--that's what i'd tell whoever is in charge of this BS society.

[E.P. Robles]

Nothing more can be said.