i find myself tearing up
allergies, or memories,
or fear of future heat
i feel sorry under the sun
something feels... oh so wrong
i feel so much like me
the familiar scent of seasons
golden glow, garden of eden
i cherish my chunk of nature
for forests seem only to cheapen
as time ticks and temperatures steepen
i’m forgetting it’s February,
and just the start of the weekend!
reality’s worthless unless your uneven
spending’ benders in bonita springs,
in a once in a generation tsunami season
full send fucking everything
and get eaten up by the ocean, for no reason.
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2022 13:17
- Comment from author about the poem: 'art is never finished, only abandoned.' - Leonardo da Vinci i abandoned this writing
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Comments1
Jacob! You ate this sh!t up! 😅 I love the way you incorporate profanity into your work. Most people will spurn the action for being "blunt" and "explicit" but I personally commend it. Because it honestly just gives your poetry candor. Also the last line is just such an expression of "not giving a sh!t anymore." It's like a surrender to even caring and just accepting that this corrupt world is promoting global warming as the days pass. Bravo! 💖👏
Thank you so much! This one i've been unmotivated to edit into a cleaner, longer story. that unfinishedness to me though isnt there for you it seems and that in and of itself inspires me!
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