excuses, excuses.

the emergence of this poem was pressured by Inday Abbie. lol! but the idea in this prose poem is inspired by Gestalt Therapy Verbatim, a book to an approach on psychotherapy founded by Fritz Perls.:)

is it that hard to admit 

that what is, is just is?

then abuse and misuse

what reasons to excuse?

but is there an excuse

for the sky being blue?

or for a love being true?

you think you have a clue

but leave it alone, can you?

you ask why is a rose

is a rose is a rose?

what cause can cause 

a cause be a cause?

does reason really end?

you're mind-f*****g, my friend. 

no, you don't need to explain!

what so if you're insane?

there is no one to blame.

is there a reason for your name?

what i am is just me,

you don't ask why i came to be.

i am me and so i am free,

and i am unafraid

to show the world and let'em see

that letting it be can make us glee.

what's so wrong with genuineness? 

and with happiness? with youth?

and so what if they won't take my truth?

i would. always. 

for there no mistakes,

was simply born this way. 

i might bring you dismay

but what more can i say?

"a rose is a rose is a rose."

how's that for a good prose?

so excuse me for asking you this

but...

just don't ever make me no excuses.

Author's Note

"true words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not true." ~ Book of Tao

Reviews

[Jane Doe]

And for all who read through the reviews I deffinately didn't pressure him bcuz he had made an excuse saying he can't make the deadline!!!! *tsk tsk


Xoxoxo
~inday
100/100

[nostal]

Very contemplative and nice. brilliant.

[....]

you ask why is a rose
is a rose is a rose?
what cause can cause
a cause be a cause?
does reason really end?
you're mind-f*****g, my friend.

Oh my goodness, I really-loved these words. This is a wonderful write and it hold truth, amazing write....xo