The Keepers Athenaeum

material posession doesnt matter.
image doesnt matter.
ill learn to forget both

hate matters.
love matters.
both have grown strong
within me

anger matters.
ill let it flourish inside.
ill erupt like a volcano
taking with me the world outside

ill learn to love
to hate.
ill feed off of misery
ill cry tears of joy
and laugh uncontrolably in my infinite sadness.

and the masses will run the rat race
and die mediocre
ignorant and oblivious
of what this life truely has to offer.

the world wil die
and i will watch it
weeping
shouting curses
and laughing.
the world will be dead to me
and i will be alive
hollow and alone
laughing
weeping
shouting in anger
at everything i thought
that mattered

This entry was posted on Friday, July 8th, 2005 at 8:11 am and is filed under Jarody's Poems.