Words Are Meaningless

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Words are meaningless

(at least that’s what she said when I called her out on it)

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There is never a reason for writing words

No inspirations in human or vegetable form

No muses that inspire passion beyond the norm

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Words are just art,

amorphous spigots of thought

spit from vacuums of what…

Art art art!!! O N L Y ART!

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Poems are Big Bangs of abc’s
Throw them up
See what sticks

If you’re lucky you get something human

Something beautiful, deep, inspirational

Something invoking emotion pulled from inside

the writer who threw them up,

regurgitations of some fucking beautiful, deep fucking stuff…

(conspicuous use of the word ‘fucking‘ always makes the woman ‘writer’ seem much less impotent and so much more legitimate)

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Words are (in my insane, naive head)

NOT Robotic
Un felt
Pimped out
For a buck, but,

how dare you imply it’s not from the heat?

I mean, heart! Heart!!

All from the HEART!!

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But it’s not!!!

(you say you say you say, again)

See, it’s only when we (they) say

it’s from the heart, only then,

the rest of the time not,

got it?

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Words (you say again)

That’s how real writers write, right?

It doesn’t have to make sense, just read it

and believe all the bullshit we (they) spit

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Our words
Are IT

in a context making no sense,

that’s how it is

makes cheating legit (very convenient, isn’t it?)

Words…

(That fit ONLY what we’re comfortable with)

it’s not selling out, it’s selling it

and if we get a little action on the side, so be it

it’s only hearsay and poetry, bitch

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©justagirllost2~ Monique M.

*repost

VII Comandment~ fine print

 

 

VII Commandment ~ by Niki

‘Thou shalt not steal (cheat)’

 

*except at Monopoly, because life’s too short to not cheat at Monopoly

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©justagirllost2

Monique