No Cause for Concern
Even when my life's Comic Sans, it reads like Century Gothic.
Please don't be concerned by all these words
That oxidize when I set them down
The ink gets blurred
And starts tattooing frown lines in my brow
My poetry is purple
It's always been that way
It scares my parents
Spins my memories into much bluer days
Extrapolating my pain
Like Greenland on a Mercator projection
Expanded and distorted beyond all recognition
But that image is the one we remember
See a lie through all your life and it will become familiar
So I take care not to spend too long reading what I write
Because it glorifies my darkness while ignoring my light
Please don't be concerned by all these words
That oxidize when I set them down
The ink gets blurred
And starts tattooing frown lines in my brow
That's not to say I want to minimize my experience
I always start a verse with the intention of being honest
And the emotions I express come from a very real place
But that world's far more ephemeral
Than my Resting Depressed Face
My happiness is commonplace
It doesn't make for moving art
And I might fall to artifice
Ending light years from where I started
In any case, the base conceit is that I'm fine
So take my tragic melodramas with a grain of dust
Let's pick it up
Please don't be concerned by all these words
That oxidize when I set them down
The ink gets blurred
And starts tattooing frown lines in my brow
Please don't be concerned by all these words
That oxidize when I set them down
The ink gets blurred
And starts tattooing frown lines in my brow
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies
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