Smiling cordially,
whitened teeth clenched tight,
just below their breaking point.
Speaking highly,
with head held up
and neck so strong.
Awaiting, longing,
a long delayed fulfillment
of creative release.
Finally,
to topple
stacked pretensions.
Finally,
to strip away falsity:
obstructions
of truth.
On the brink of tears
releasing creativity.
To silence the cancers;
snuff out the flames of their hell.
Author notes
Feeling very anxious. I'm at school and I have an overwhelming urge to do something, arouse some reaction, rid us of the monotony, fucking hit someone, I don't care. I figure this is more constructive to my creative side... hmm... yet conterproductive to the problem which still exists as I sit in silence on my computer. WE ARE NOT LIVING!!!! WE ARE DYING! I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITH THEM! (Might edit later. Spacing is new...)
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You did well penning the emotion explained in your author's notes. Creativity can most certainly be a great outlet - doesn't always work, as you've noted, but it's usually worth the effort.
Well done, dear!
& Blessings,
~ Jan ~
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