Tag: Poetry

prose

History Lessons

the funny thing about history is that it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter whether it is true or not. history is always written in the perspective of the victors. history is rarely written correctly. but no matter what happens, one thing will always be true. history repeats itself. we built mediums so that we could write history and decide, for the first time in history, how the future plays out. and instead of building a fantasy, we write the same words that have been written on tombstones for centuries. not everyone can be a good storyteller. but everyone tells stories.

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Poetry, prose

Political Ramblings

“do you consider yourself a liberal”
you ask
as if there is
a correct answer to that

while I just sit
both hands
balled into fists

wondering where the fuck
you get off on
asking me to define
my education
my stance on
abortion
civil rights
constitution
bathroom talk
locker room talk
minimum wage
and gas prices

by picking a side
when they’re created by
the same institution
profiting from this divide

and i will reply
– “do you consider yourself an idiot”

Poetry, prose

Plagiarist

it’s hard to tell

if the shit i’ve said

will ever be heard of

or thought of again

or if every word i say

is just plagiarism

of someone else’s thoughts.

but when i sit down

to the blank page

words bleed from me

like therapy

and as the ink melts away

i hope you can read

the words you are too afraid to say

and that you will be brave

enough to change

what makes you so cowardly.

– it doesn’t matter if you tried, sooner or later we are all gonna die

Poetry

Vacancy

there’s a feeling of inadequacy

that settled in

when you left

and now i feed it

three meals a day

i try to kick it out sometimes

but it shames

everything i say

it watches me

with disapproval

while i take off my clothes

it picks apart my skin

seals it with a kiss

and signs your name