You Don't Listen

IAmJaz

You prefer to cry over spilled milk

And let the current of salty rain fall hush your ears

Your bark is like that of any thundering storm

For it disables my sound currents from kissing the inner lobes

It fights off the truth

Twists my sweet sounds into a deeper drama

Truth is , you can't handle the truth

Your heart is made of ice

Causing the truth to boomerang off and out of the ear it entered in to

You refuse to stretch your mind

Because you're afraid

That the world may not spin in the same direction if you don't blow cases out of proportion

Or that you won't leave your legacy if you don't force toxic nothings into the hearts of the youth

Or that maybe one day, just maybe, you may sound logical when you allow words to slide off your tongue

But because your elevator hasn't went all the way up onto floor number intelligence

You spit dangerous ignorance

For this reason, you don't listen

On purpose

  • Author: Jaz MonaĆ© (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2016 22:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: I got inspiration for this poem from getting into altercations with people who don't listen. If this happens to you and you know you have a short temper, please don't lose your cool. No one's worth your precious energy.
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 37
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