Apathetic Pacifism With A Side Of Malevolence

One week today </3

Holy shit I miss marijuana already. 

As soon as my scanner works again I’m finna upload the fuck out of hella poems. Anybody got one I can use in the meantime? I missed you tumblr <3

10,000 (The first poem I ever wrote that I consider decent)

Your unmoving lips have betrayed you yet again

I know what lies behind them, I KNOW what you brew in your basement behind closed doors, waiting to spill to the streets your creation

And yet you still won’t raise your eyes to meet mine and affirm what is common knowledge

I’ve been working, you see, and I’ve been building something that you might not like, and I know, I KNOW you’ve never been able to handle yourself in times of stress

So I offer you a solution

My proposal to you is this and this alone

Let every technicolor thought that makes it’s trans-universal way through your home and mind seep out through every pore on your tensed up body, staining the skin and hair with their neon glory like some tattoo artist hopped up on amphetamines and a can-do attitude decided to turn your flesh into his own personal Sistine chapel

Then we can begin the real work, then we can get started on something new and big and wonderful and life-altering with all of that raw material you so carelessly left lying around for their filthy, sewage stained feet to compress into nothing more than dirt, useless, useless dirt. Grime for the roaches to bathe in

I can see the shape that could be formed, I can practically taste the marble in you, that untapped quarry of light-flecked stone with its seemingly impenetrable texture

That stone, that mountain, has been waiting

I know, I KNOW it has, waiting these many long years for the sculptor with his grandiose ideas to open the door to his studio and begin his magnum opus, fleshing out the detail with his world-defining chisel, the god who chose to spend his time dancing, half-dazed, between every finger movement and every small, jutting pebble of marble that a quick movement will send cascading to the ground, leaving behind only absence as its new defining feature

But I know, I KNOW you

I’ve seen the pattern play out with the eyes that have served me so well for these same long years, I have been privy to that moment

That moment where your pupils play towards the floor and your decision is made in a feeble coin toss. Your words come, but they are cancerous, sickly, with barely the strength in them to lift their own frail limbs, and the cold sweat you feel forming in the creases on the back of your neck serves as a reminder that the rest of us recognize your failure to project what your mumbles can obscure only so well

And I don’t know if you’re prepared for that type of mental investment

And while the structure of what you carry in the double sided tape wrapped around your chest would lower the jaw of the most brilliant mind, the fiercest deity, you spend your time constructing your dome of plaster and wood

Man is a simple thing, you see, and I know, I KNOW that if the tools I chose to bequeath upon you were not of tongue and pen and color, but the cold glass of a wine bottle with a gasoline-soaked rag stuffed halfway into the neck, I would be privy to the burning of that abandoned house on the side roads of our old neighborhood, knowing underneath my curled smirk who’s hand let that sweat-stained vessel begin it’s arc to that innocent paneling, leaving behind a silent trail of slowly falling ashes to mark its hateful path

And I know, I KNOW that, buried somewhere under layers and layers of gray matter and murky images from those same lonely, fading years, that you hide something

A small smile, laced with poisonous passive malice, which grows wider at my very mention of the idea.

I know.