No Quarter

Note: I am currently in quite a low place emotionally, and this poem is what was inspired by the 100 Word Song challenge. If the only thing you have to say is to tell me that I "shouldn't" feel how I'm feeling, then kindly fuck right off. I am feeling how I'm feeling, and I don't have the patience to argue with the sort who wants to sanctimoniously lecture me about it.

I've found in my long and often difficult life that the people who want to tell a sad or angry person to stop feeling that way have gleaned some sort of uncomfortable truth from said individual's work. I've got some bad news for you, Sunshine. Life is not always a happy place, and there are some for whom it's always a struggle. If you can acknowledge that with an open mind, read on. Otherwise, go here.

No Quarter

When you are

Middle aged

Mentally ill

And

Badly Broke

You realize

That there are no

Opportunities

For those like you

To triumph

Ever

You stop trying

Because you can never triumph

You stop sharing

Because the only thing that happens

To the words you share

Is that they are torn down

Love is meant for beauty queens

And opportunities

Are only given

To those who meet certain qualifications

Agreed upon by a shallow

Youth-oriented

Society

I learned the truth at seventeen

But fueled by denial

I hoped that the bleeding hearts and artists

Would embrace me

It never happened

~Tempest~

Unlock the Penitentiary

Unlock the Penitentiary

Will there ever come a day when we can really be free

From the penitentiary of hate

If you say “I’m gay”

People should say “that’s okay”

Or if you happen to be fat

Fat’s where it’s at

We judge each other too much

On things that really don’t matter

I’d like for the day to come

When no one

Hates who they are

I want to see the day

When bullying someone for the way they look

Or who they love

Is what gets a person ostracized

I never again want to see

Anyone’s brains splattered on the wall

~Adam~

A response to the Citizen Cope song "Penitentiary"

Well I'm waiting on the day

When the people walk free to see

When the penitentiary is on fire

When there's no need

To bleed

For your mother or your brother

Or the one that bomes before you whoa

Well I'm waiting on a time when people walk free to see

From the penitentiary in our mind

When there's no need to bleed

For your father

Or your son

Or the one that you've become

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

I'm waiting on the day

When the people walk free to see

When the penitentiary is on fire

there's no need

To bleed

For your father or your son

Or the one that you've become and a

I'm waiting on a time when people walk

free to see

when the penitentiary in our mind

there's no need to bleed

For your mother

Or your brother

or the one that come before ya yea

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

When the penitentiary is on fire

The Wrong Guy

  
The Wrong Guy

I feel that way

About you

Who doesn’t even know I exist

I’ll go to my grave

Longing for your kiss

Although you would be

So bad for me

A lifetime wasted

Hung up on the wrong man

We could be

Each other’s annihilation

I don’t do love right

And the way I feel about you means

You would be my ruin

Star of my nightmares

Destroyer of dreams

You’re the wrong kind of guy

I should avoid you like poison

But I know in my heart I’ll always wish

That you could be the opposite of what you are

~Cie~