Thread: 'Oh goodie - This is going to be fun' (Course Language)

I’m sick of people’s insecurity and hapless ability to love me completely.

I wish they would die.




Not in any specific time frame
not now or then
maybe after lunch?
No! I just hope they die.

Barely, just barely have I found myself
once again agreeing with life’s pathetic plan
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”
Silly silly morals.

I’m a cunt. Well people think I’m a cunt -
Because I’m better than them.

Being this object of hate
I soon become the object named:

Affection

Lust

Jealousy

Egotistical?

Nope. No. Nope. No such thing. I’m just better than most
if not all.
I’m the top of the food chain
survival of the fittest.

Do you love me?
agree with me?
know I’m right?

Smile knowing I know you -
master versus slave

All the women whisper
And sometimes I share
The little man in the boat isn’t so hard to find.
“If you know where to look”

So here I am
sitting in my comfort zone;
shitty chair
city skyline
balcony to throw my flaming insults
nothing controlled

I want to write or sing or fuck.
This mind rings the bells of insanity entrusted.

Where is this going?
this prose?
this stink?

Time Wasted
My mind / Your Mind

A lot of deep and dark feelings here. Maybe I should have stayed back when I read the warning, I usually do, but I wanted to read your poem.