untitled spoken word.

[sungoo]

I'll tell you a little story
a fable of a boy
first decade of his life
a little momma's boy, smiles,
cries, driven on impulse but shy
and a second decade later
he grows up to hate her,
god, society, and the words
that emerge from their lips
that converge and take a grip
and pull, tear, rip him down.
can't escape from this town
or the stigma of the failure
that grew within his genes
we only carry so much sanity
till we lose our fuckin minds.
can't they see the drama queens
in their teenage kids
that they lable with gap,
blue navy, american eagle
and the rest of that crap
that smothers something new,
something different
and these neo commercial
cut outs are so sure
of their over priced shit
it makes him so fucking sick.
so two decades old
so much has changed
so much is still the same.
he can't help being himself
yet he can't cope with it
so he'll go home and cry
till he open his wrists wide.
convulted confusion, swirling
hatred, burning ignites.
and he doesn't do it to die
but to forget the pain
of being a man.



- Written by me, last night.

[fable]

(keep writing>)

so much emphasis to live days as a man,
but take solace, that nights are for the child,
where one can live heroic, on his own he'll stand,

slashing ones wrists, blood lettn, drip, drip,
you think its escape from pain,
but flat echoes remind you, you quit,

call out surrender, reach for a love,
infinate connections slit,
hold the bile at bay, give it a shove,

see, we in this fight, this struggle together,
uber cheese, melodramatica,
we may have never met, but trust me, we're brothers

your turn>

[sungoo]

thanks for the reply, although I think you're mistaken.
The closest part of this poem that really relates to my life or how I felt at the time I wrote it are "convulted confusion, swirling hatred, burning ignites."
I wrote this shortly after someone close to me had passed away and I had read this quote by Samuel Johnson "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man". At the moment I just tried to best capture my frustration. I apologize if I misled you, just cause I write like an emo kid, doesn't mean I wear my scars on my sleeves.

[Liqwid]

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[PaIniNyErAnUs]

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[fable]

Originally Posted by sungoo

thanks for the reply, although I think you're mistaken.
The closest part of this poem that really relates to my life or how I felt at the time I wrote it are "convulted confusion, swirling hatred, burning ignites."
I wrote this shortly after someone close to me had passed away and I had read this quote by Samuel Johnson "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man". At the moment I just tried to best capture my frustration. I apologize if I misled you, just cause I write like an emo kid, doesn't mean I wear my scars on my sleeves.

heh, i think your mistaking me. Dont take me literally, i was trying to flow off the pretty tight verse you were going with. I find it more condusive to additional creativity vs, just dropping a comment.

peace+respect
fable