my mother always told me that i had a thing
for writing on the walls of my house
with anything i could find when i was younger.
pens, pencils, markers, crayons.
she even had to repaint them twice in two years.
if i was aware of the destruction i was causing back then,
i wouldn’t have continued it.
but looking at it now, i am not certain if it was destruction at all.
perhaps our minds predict the future when we don’t even think about it.
chipped paint certainly suits better than bare walls
in a home where the t.v. runs static only
and porcelain plates sit in a dirty sink for days
and the splintering wood floor blisters your toes
every time you think about stomping them hard
because you are a twisted being,
filled with rage and misunderstanding,
born tongueless and with adoring eyes.
the destruction we cause temporarily
is a form of art.
do not run from it.
take your chances even if you don’t know what you’re doing,
even if you are uncertain about being right.
your mistakes gut you when you realize them
but then you heal.
you grow into the thing you were born to become:
Bad habits are such hard habits to break and I’m still not convinced good habits even exist. But between all the empty bottles and cigarettes, you think we would have learned something by now. Self destruction as an art form. Not the prettiest picture, but one I abide to nonetheless. I’ve sang too many songs about love for someone only fifteen, and when did we start counting years by my number of teeth?
Sometimes I realize Why everyone wants to kill themselves
“On this day nearly eighty years ago, the largest war in recorded history came to an end. It was a war of ignorance, of greed, and of oppression. A war that was about much more than where borders fell, or whom traded with whom, but about the very idea of individualism itself. We fought for countless reasons, one of which being the destruction of all forms of art and self expression. And as you are well aware, that was something many could not stand for. As a result, those who opposed this tyranny began naming their children after one of the core aspects of art itself, color. It was their way to demonstrate that not only would they refuse to tolerate this oppression, but neither would the generations to come. And it was a trend, that is held to this very day. We encourage individuality, expressionism, and unity, through diversity. As I have said, today we stand together united, but this bond cannot exist without effort. Which is why today while the rest of the world celebrates peace, huntsman and huntresses will work to uphold it.”
We fought for countless reasons. One being the destruction of all forms of art and self expression. And as you are well aware, that is something man could not stand for. As a result, those who opposed this tyranny began naming their children after one of the core aspects of art itself, color.