UNTITLED
see, here’s the thing you don’t understand,
that you just cannot comprehend;
we are THOSE kind of people.
the better kind, the brilliant kind,
the kind you wait your entire mundane existence
to meet. we’re the dreamers,
the visionaries; prophets, genius-
the straight-up
down-right
so-fucked-up-it’s-beautiful
honest-to gods
FREAKS OF FUCKING NATURE!
and you love us.
we make this sorry experience
called life - we make it wonderful,
tolerable, tangible, liveable.
we’re not JUST people,
not just human- we’re fireworks,
we’re supernovas,
the magnesium as it hits the water,
the biggest fucking bang!
hold onto your genitals boys, girls and everything else-
cause we’re going to blow this
world wide open. we’re the diamonds
in the rough, stars set in coal,
we’re the fire you stole from the gods…
and, baby? all you are is dust.
Tagged as: my poetry. to be continued.
