Annual Poem For Your Seasonally Depressive Summer

with love and hypomania,

That one has a gun, 
and, um, 
that one has a gun, 
and the one over there
has a gun, too. 

'Oh, I'd just love to be young again, the world is your oyster!'


They left a ransom note
they called it a statement


"Sir, we tried 
to pacify you, 
stop your thinking-
make the blind true..."

but the lead they 
drove inside you 
made your eyes look 
pale and passed, 

so I guess things
weren't supposed to be,
they never
f*****g
ASKED. 

Most of the time, when things come out of my mouth, I expect the receiving end to comprehend everything with precise and distinct totality. That's why my closest friends are imaginary. 
There's a blatant absence of content in my verbal repertoire, and I bullshit my entire life. Nothing I do comes without an escape plan. I wonder how long I'll let that glue dry until this actually cements my moral foundation. Somewhere in the balance between pathologically being no one's, and physical lagging in brain chemistry, you'll find the place where you are fully cognizant of the fact that you take no ownership of your life. It's jarringly apparent enough to hear from space.
You have no identity. You are a reflection of every single person you have ever met and the decisions you asked them to make for you. Everyone can tell that you haven't been to school in years, because you can't tell if this is prose, a poem, or a story. You have to wake up for work at four-thirty. This isn't even enough for me, man.

Author's Note

I don't know what to rate the material if it has bad words

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'
They left a ransom note - they called it a statement.. "Sir, we tried - to pacify you, - stop your thinking- - make the blind true..."

Bad words are what they are, do not lead to murder, rape of out and out war - they merely jump from space to alert the observer that this whole is partly melodrama! Perhaps. Your writing, however titled, throws a certain caution to the wind, displays a mind that loves to polka and frankly it works for me. Except that in my world dark hangs from the sky and I need hear the owls whistling through the leaves. Will come back in the morning and see how the necessary facts were supposed to be ASKED.. and if so, were the answers already hidden. Lively, intriguing writing.

[scarlynn]

Wow, thank you for your feedback on this, I really appreciate it. Your review is better written than this mumbling I've come up with lol and I'm here for it! Thank you for the encouragement and for your perspective :) It helps me better understand the whole of what I've pieced together