PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

it is a thing i notice, a noise i make. i make.

i have heard, have seen the quiet disbelief, not of loudness

not a claim of disbelief, not anything so bold

(you’ll never see that these days)

but a byward look, a downcast eye, a glint of some truth

untold to me, held tight in their sighs

of passive resentment, unempowered encouragement,

a lack of respect for the beauty of growing, of growth

a lack of belief, not atheism, 

but ahumanism, abeatifulism,

as if

you must harvest beauty, candy-wrapped sweet

ruby red beautiful and cheap

from the ground

dust we are? they said. back into the dust for round 2?

but now we would carry on as if

the world owed us beauty and your beauty wasn’t beautiful enough

and unlike the flower you are,

ephemeral, short-lived, pale and sweet

you need to be a different kind of flower

to be beautiful (not really)

to be accessible

to be cheap

to be able to communicate, prostitute, heave

your entirety, identity, all that you are in a moment

a briefest moment

it is for the world to decide, upon seeing you,

if you are worthy of occupying the space you do

and if you are not

you must quietly return to the background, ugly and ashamed

and spin the gears, turn the cogs, draw the curtains,

write the lines,

for the beautiful ones