I see a lot of people

I see a lot of people

not liking themselves

Whose only hobby it seems

is not liking themselves

Figuring out new ways

of not liking themselves

I see a lot of people who are all the same

holding onto their pain like a talisman

And though it pains me to say it

I’ve still got to say it:

that kettle over there looks rather black.

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oblivion different reasons

Myself

explored expressed explained

oblivion different reasons

over and over and over again

exposing what I’m feeling

though it never really quite makes sense

unless there’s someone healing

who kind of sort of gets the gist

and cradles their own meaning.

Love will…

Love

will change you

disfigure you

destroy you

mold you

into a thousand

desperate forms

of you

before you

can truly Love

Love will

abandon you

leave you

free you

from its grasp

Broken and

alone you

will then know Love

from whatever it was

you

were stuck in before

you

knew better than to Love

false Love

that certain something

You can love somebody

anybody

unconditionally

but the one thing you can’t do

is change them. You can’t

make them who you wished

they would be, although

yes it’s there

that certain something

always shining

like a diamond in the rough

sparkling is their beauty

but only for a moments glance

before it’s lost again.

God how I wish I could tell them

of everything that I see within them

of all mine and their desires fulfilled

though they wouldn’t believe me

for they couldn’t see themselves

like I see

their souls burning in denial

wanton and wild

whether it be love or vile

you can love somebody

anybody, but

you can’t change them.

Not really.

All you can do is tell them how you feel.

So tell them.

Chances are

they feel that way too.

another night

At the end of the day

I am nothing but

sweat and fat

and bad breath

and poems

strewn out among sage

and corkscrew, lighter, and coffee mug

wine and love for it all

all the things that I have carried

and still carry till this day

another night

another light

twinkling in the Friday night hysteria

of weekend fun

unseen.