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kill yourself in your hurried clamor to be
unique
cookie-cutter reproduction of
every page of every magazine,
every identical snowflake in brandnames
too cool to dance, you
overhigh-contrast side-cropped icons
with names too grand for the songs you walk
you scream
your fabricated dramas in converse,
your self-diagnoses in armwarmers,
your addiction to the clever one-liners in pastel hoodies
in the desperate hope that you'll drown out
the knowledge of utter normalcy,
abysmal mediocrity:
you, quintessence of average,
clearly showing through your smothering eyeliner.
too self-pleased with devil-may-care sneers
& preoccupation of the next lionized emotional scar,
too enraptured with the silly vanity of your
flash of flush of
youth & "beauty"--
raucous hollow declamations,
a vacuum to envelop knowledge only garnered
far too late--
you are not even remotely as important
as you so vehemently believe yourself to be.
your copernican revolutions
will come someday not so soon;
then you will writhe tormented
under a sense of perspective,
your deepest wish fulfilled--
an actual reason for unhappiness.
never glancing at your mascara blood of self-examination,
unheeding your cries for an audience as
you finally begin to claim your humanity,
we will say,
"what of it?"
and perhaps in silence you might understand
but presently
four timezones away
your keening fingernails-on-blackboard screech
will still unwillingly reach
my spine & i will shudder
to think of
you
unique
cookie-cutter reproduction of
every page of every magazine,
every identical snowflake in brandnames
too cool to dance, you
overhigh-contrast side-cropped icons
with names too grand for the songs you walk
you scream
your fabricated dramas in converse,
your self-diagnoses in armwarmers,
your addiction to the clever one-liners in pastel hoodies
in the desperate hope that you'll drown out
the knowledge of utter normalcy,
abysmal mediocrity:
you, quintessence of average,
clearly showing through your smothering eyeliner.
too self-pleased with devil-may-care sneers
& preoccupation of the next lionized emotional scar,
too enraptured with the silly vanity of your
flash of flush of
youth & "beauty"--
raucous hollow declamations,
a vacuum to envelop knowledge only garnered
far too late--
you are not even remotely as important
as you so vehemently believe yourself to be.
your copernican revolutions
will come someday not so soon;
then you will writhe tormented
under a sense of perspective,
your deepest wish fulfilled--
an actual reason for unhappiness.
never glancing at your mascara blood of self-examination,
unheeding your cries for an audience as
you finally begin to claim your humanity,
we will say,
"what of it?"
and perhaps in silence you might understand
but presently
four timezones away
your keening fingernails-on-blackboard screech
will still unwillingly reach
my spine & i will shudder
to think of
you
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if you think this poem is about you: it's not.
(so tired. just wanted to post this. i'll deal with the rest of comments/everything tomorrow.)
(so tired. just wanted to post this. i'll deal with the rest of comments/everything tomorrow.)
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