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by learned

Posted to Poetry on 2002-08-09 05:23:00

Parent message is 253418
Written from home:

There’s nobody worth listening to
nothing worth hearing
nobody worth speaking to
nothing worth saying
nothings any prettier than everything else
every smell makes my stomach turn
any sweet taste combines
to create the white foam coating my tongue every morning
the taste can’t be scrubbed clean
with no desire to be nourished i fatten myself
to update my distaste
and destroy any trace of me you could kiss
i don’t want to watch tv
but my eyes burn and fade from it’s light
i don’t want to hear music
yet it plays to drown out silences i can’t create
i lie on my bed dreaming of mutual love for celebrities
for whom i’m glad i don’t care
my heart stops there
i lie on my bed never moving a hand
to take or to share
my body stops there
i lie on my bed and follow pitiful routine
to justify the cross i don’t bear
my mind stops there
i lie on my bed crying for destiny to my god
for whom i respect no prayer
my soul stops there