Mosquitoes buzzing
inches away
all day long
louder and louder
to hear themselves
over each other.
I do the same.
Words strung together
to push out silence
like an unwelcome guest
in every gathering.
Everyone
talking
all day long
just to be saying something
to entertain
methods near irrelevant.
But who are you
to judge?
Ah,
the irony
of complaining I talk to much
with your very own voice.
As though you
have something
more important to say.
Everything
the both of us have said
is pointless anyways.
You hold innocence
in this crime
like you hold your tongue.
Never
until it's pointed out.
All anyone
is attempting to do
is fill the time.
So if the buzzing is annoying you
stop your own
and just
shut
up.A few things. First, I checked the ages demographics on this book and they're a lot older than I had assumed. 13-18 isn't the largest group at all. With a 10% male demographic approximately on what seems to be a very female dominated site I was surprised. To older readers (if you happen to be this far in) do you feel like the tone is juvenile? I'm the author and I sometimes feel it is. Anyhow, thank you for reading.
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We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)