thinking about all of you today my fellow writers and artists were we all weird in high school? I went to three different high schools the last one I tried to stay very invisible but was voted most unique for the yearbook along with the one guy that dressed exactly like Marilyn Manson who is apparently a rapist now the real Marilyn Manson not my sweet friend who never spoke to me but we gave nods of respect at our lockers daily I am sure he went on to be something great anyway I hung out with the foot ball team no not in that way you perverts we were all on the school paper my one extracurricular activity to get into college and yes they were douchebags that just liked the fact that I had a hot single mom that was never home would show up when my stable boyfriend was unstable yet again to help me drown my sorrows by getting drunk fucking their teenage cheerleaders in my room and pissing in my sink while I took care of that one girl who wouldn't stop puking My Mom was never home had me when she was a teenager and was dealing with her own shit her boyfriend that guy with the van lifted weights while stoned all oiled up with crisco or sweat his name was Scotty Mac and he referred to himself as the Macster he looked like the lead singer from Metallica took pride in this with a framed picture of the guy near his workout shrine kept Playboys in his bathroom and had a van with a mattress in it one time while my mother and I sat watching one of his epic workouts he mentioned how cool it would be if I put on a cheerleader costume don't worry things turned out alright my mom's bipolar friend that popped pills ended up fucking him and ended their relationship unfortunately I was the one that walked in on them I had to deliver the news yeah I didn't it know it then that I would also date such winners after getting divorced not sure who would win on worst rebound boyfriends after divorce think it would be me because my last illiterate boyfriend thought women were holes and chest bumped me when he got mad also used to be a crack smoking repo man I have to admit his stories were fantastic and he cooked a great steak trust me dating websites are not for love no matter what you hear they are for sad lonely people who want to fuck or kill themselves back to my point after joining all these FB poetry groups there isn't a day that goes by where I am not grateful that I have really found my people we all have broken hearts suicidal when the moon is a waning crescent I think we might be the meek that inherits the earth we hide away in dark corners writing out the darkest parts of our souls with the blood of our wounds in this stark apocalyptic world where guns are the new emoji and masks are somehow a fashion statement lets bleed lets vomit out the shit no one wants to say this is our time to shine humanity needs us grab your pen your computer sit there alone and write the truth now is not the time to hide lets lay the stark white bones of reality in the path of all this bullshit while everyone looks at TikTok we are the record keepers of society our souls dictate the future so tonight gut your soul put it on the page and know that you are preserving humanity
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Clyde William Wallace
5/12/2021 06:45:05 am
Perfect words for these times. Yes, I too believe we poets, writers etc. must speak about the chaos happening around the world for we are the intuitives,
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