burning in hell
this piece of me fits in nowhere
as other people find things
to do
with their time
places to go
with one another
things to say
to each other.
I am
burning in hell
some place north of Mexico.
flowers don’t grow here.
I am not like
other people
other people are like
other people.
they are all alike:
joining
grouping
huddling
they are both
gleeful and content
and i am
burning in hell.
my heart is a thousand years old
I am not like
other people.
I’d die on their picnic grounds
smothered by their flags
slugged by their songs
unloved by their soldiers
gored by their humor
murdered by their concern.
I am not like
other people.
I am
burning in hell.
the hell of
myself.
(Source: thefilthyyouth)
to understand the other person’s
viewpoint
no matter how
outdated
foolish or
obnoxious.
one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.
but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.
not their fault?
whose fault?
mine?
I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.
age is no crime
but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life
among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives
is.
(Source: whispsofinvisibleme)
