Woah, actually posting on here. Summer’s still insane, but my classes are finally over. I’m taking all writing classes in the fall so I have a feeling that I’ll actually be posting very frequently on here. Class starts the 29th so keep an eye out!
I wrote this long, long poem a little while ago and read it at an open mic! I’ve never written anything like this before so I was nervous going up, but I read it well and received a nice applause and an awkward compliment while taking a piss afterwards. The way this copied and pasted from word is not how I wrote it. The lines themselves are long and Whitman-esque. But I like how it looks broken up. I don’t think it will change the meaning behind the poem. I’d fix it myself but I’m writing this on my phone and the app is too confusing to figure out. Enough of me, enjoy.
I wake up hung over, brain a mess, the smell of booze, slept through the third snooze, the world’s a mess, head’s pounding, never endingIt’s a cool day, a cloudy summer morning, rain last night, my eyes hang low in their sockets, another rain soon to come, another storm, another drink, another this and another that
The tv’s on and distracted by distracted people reporting on distractions, interpreting their distractions as right, even though they’re all wrong, everyone’s wrong, everything’s wrong,
The tv’s on and people yell back and forth telling each other that everything’s wrong and nothing’s wrong, and we need change and things need to stay the same
The tv’s on and people try to please everyone but the public personifies the outrage and hatred drowning out the peace, blaming those that simply want to live, but what choice do they have?
As the day goes on, as the days go on, the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Another shooting, another cop dead, another life lost over a tail light, over a wallet, over a pack of cigars—another life lost.
Lost in the heat of the summer out in Dallas a small group of armed men, well aware of their (not) god-given right to own killing machines use them back and everyone’s shocked and no one’s shocked because everyone’s sure the world as we know it is coming to an end.
Sirens blare and guns are drawn and cops from all directions crowd the streets and the crowds protesting in the streets run for their lives while the brave run towards the trouble knowing they’re the targets, that the table’s turned
But an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, it’s easy to say online that what’s being done isn’t right and anything and everything should be done to put an end to the violence
But violence is what this country wants, emotions are what we run on, money—behind everything—the ultimate goal
The past generations in charge of creating chaos between the classes can’t come together for one second to choose the path for our country’s fate
Promoting hate to fill their wallets, two candidates no one wants have been chosen by no name delegates to represent beliefs forced upon us, tricking us into thinking our voice matters, our vote matters, our opinions matter
Black Lives Matter and Blue Lives Matter leaves us black and blue, busting skulls and breaking bones as bullets pierce both side’s flesh
And so many people think choosing a side is the only way to solve the problem, but all it does is make it worse
You see on social media, mainstream media, everyone has an opinion, and everyone thinks they’re entitled to share it, everyone thinks everyone wants to hear what they say, but every day there’s another issue that requires another stance and another tweet and another facebook post and another interview and another article and another protest and another this and another that, another mass shooting takes place, another innocent life lost, another argument, another arrest, there’s no rest to the rage building between us
Only when the tv’s off, and the computer’s shut down, can you finally drown the noise in peace.
Did you hear about—no. What’s your take on—no. Do you think he—no.
Tired of the useless, hate-filled excuses to keep hating each other, distracting us all from all the good in our lives, catering to those that can’t keep up with the changing times of acceptance of one another
No longer does it matter that you’re gay, straight, a muslim, a jew, a Christian, a man, a woman, all of the above, none of the above, because up above, who cares whether he’s watching or not, if he’s there or not, because you’ll never know, he even says so
So what should you do? Take a break, look back and reflect, treat others the way you want to be treated, think of every cliché you’ve ever seen on facebook and twitter and tumblr and apply the truths behind them
Accept the fact that you don’t know everything and you’ll never know everything,
not in Chicago, not in Cleveland, not in Baltimore, not in Florida, not in California, not in Texas, not in New Orleans, not even in New York
You can’t be anything and everything all at once, despite what mommy and daddy tell you as they hand over the keys to your brand new BMW
Anyone in a five bedroom beach house with five cars in the driveway who never had to work, who were fed with the silver spoon, who didn’t earn everything the hard and honest way, who were never laid off, who never had to worry about how they’ll pay their loans and bills, will never understand what it’s like knowing it can all be taken away in the blink of an eye, the slap of handcuffs, the pull of a trigger,
If you’ve only been to Times Square, if you’ve never been on the subway, if you can’t decide between bottomless mimosas or bottomless bloody mary’s, if you’ve ever said to yourself, “We need to make America great again,”
You’re a part of the problem, you’re missing out on the endless opportunities this beautiful country contains within our wall-less borders,
Each and every individual has something to teach us if we’re ready and willing to hear them out, so don’t drown it out, draw it in, and don’t become pray to the politicians who promote their personal agendas over the people’s
Be the change you want to see, unless you believe the cost is another man’s or woman’s peace of mind, come to peace with yourself before you force yourself down someone else’s throat
The last thing I need is you screaming at me when my head feels like it’s splitting in two,
so let me just close my eyes.