I Adore the War We Live In

A Boy With Roses

there is not a chance today                                                                                                        

I can turn things around and start again                                                                                    

take away all the pain, move away to a new city                                                                                        

it seems like I'm too deep in the centre of this Hotel Hell                                            

buried underneath the things I can't forget                                                                      

I cut my nose off to spike my face, another missing person case                      

domesticated and pretending I'm dead                                                                

everything is complicated, happiness is overrated                                                            

all I've ever known is the sadness I live in                                                                          

I adore the war we live in                                                                                          

so I treasure the memories of my best friends like souvenirs                                                                                      

hands filled with angel tears 

 

yesterday when the sun was out I made myself a noose                                                            

the sky was blue and my eyes were filled with wonder                                                                                            

we're worlds apart, but I feel you here with me                                                            

and I hope you know I still think about you all the time                                                

like flowers blooming in my mind                                                                          

losing contact with reality                                                                                

everything you do reminds me of someone I knew                                                  

boys with broken hearts                                                                                      

wiping the dust from the fireplace as I clean out your room                                          

real quiet in my dreaming                                                                                          

our love was a secret, but I don't see the problem with it                                            

how love ruined a good thing                                                                                        

fast car in the blue lights of the night

 

you take out another loan just to pay the debt and that's a sin                                        

this time I mean it, I'm done hearing the same thing                                                        

I tried to wash you away but like a stain you're indelible                                                  

the sunflower on the painting                                                                                

shining like a mirror ball in El Dorado

 

kids these days, depressed at parties                                                                          

knowing is sleeping like a wolf, kids these days                                                               

you break the rules and think you're cool                                                                                        

but it's Communist suicide                                                                                          

another day of strife, dying in verse                                                                                  

the power of love was never enough                                                                      

swimming in years of self-hatred

 

kids these days, I'm sick of your maladies                                                                                  

I see you being unafraid and that's priceless                                                                      

it's true when they say there's bliss in ignorance                                                            

and when the house is on fire, your father becomes a terrorist                                    

World Betrayal, I hate kids these days                                                                          

with perfect lives and nothing to worry about, do good                                          

take the lid off and overflow                                                                                          

like the doppelganger at the end of the movie                                                                

I put on the radio and watch the stars. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2022 19:57
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful flow, so well written
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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