hate.
i was told once
that hate was too strong of a word.
but i hate a lot of things.
i hate the smoke of cigars
in the back of my nose
or lingering on my tongue
i hate the smell of budget alcohol
the reminders of december 27th
and drunken parents
most of all,
i hate the angels that loom in the corner of my room.
the ones
with the inhumanly human proportions
with 6 (or 0) eyes
with impure horses
the ones that look at me
and doom me to tragedy
because
i am only a tragedy,
they say i reek of it.
and i am not one to disagree with angels
love.
you said once,
that love was a strong word
because it held the weight of seven words.
but i think
it holds the weight of a lot more.
what word
describes the feeling of the sun
beating against bare shoulders?
what word
describes the taste of pastries
melting in your mouth?
what word
describes the nonconformity of sin,
committed on sundays after church?
you said once,
that love was a strong word.
i think it's not strong enough.
-icarus
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
