Twofer Tuesday Poetry: I Am Darkness & Arrogant Condescending Prick

I Am Darkness

I don’t care if it’s hot or cold
Sunny or gloomy
I wear black everyday
Black serves as a barrier
Between me and the rest of the world
I hide behind my black
Clothes and black coffee
They project and protect
My black soul
Black is my defense

Arrogant Condescending Prick

I’m the best there is or ever was
You’re just a weak, pathetic creature
You’re emotional and you complain
Whereas I have the best brain
I don’t think, I know I’m better than you
Everyone says I’m powerful and great
Look! See how great I am
Look at my greatness
Only a fool like you walks away from my greatness
Why aren’t people admiring my greatness?

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Dreams Never Lost & Superficial

Dreams Never Lost

She sits alone looking out towards the Sea
On a Cliff covered in black rocks and dirt
She knows only abandonment and pain
She’s a bitter Dream that was forgotten
She remembers being a young girl’s friend
This girl and her Dream were never apart
For many years, they went on adventures
For many years, they planned their own futures
As time continued on, they grew apart
The Dream’s friend, she grew into a woman
And focused her attention on herself
She gave up on her Dream for easier life
This Dream now lost with no place to belong
She sits on her Cliff angry and broken
Each day grows darker, each day she’s alone
She’s a calloused Dream who has no more tears
One day she’s approached by an old stranger
An old woman who’s more like a Shadow
It is her young friend from so long ago
She seeks one more chance to follow her Dream
Two bitter old souls coming together
They leave the Cliff for one last adventure

Superficial

You ever see
A drag queen without makeup

It’s funny how
All those men can become
More beautiful than any woman

Even straight men
Call them beautiful

I think men
Are only attracted to
The makeup not the person

You shouldn’t have to
Paint your face
To get someone’s attention

Maybe if men view themselves as beautiful
They’ll think everyone else is beautiful

Drag queens without makeup
Are still
Beautiful

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.