Don't. Don't read this if you know me. In fact, don't read this if you don't want to know me, either. Oh, to hell with it all, if you've gotten this far you might as well. I've a tongue swollen with words for you. So get ready, because I'm going to spit them right in your eye. You won't like it, I promise. I'm warning you now. Don't read this.
Did you know I've been reading your words? Your words. Yes, you. You poets. You dreamers. Squabbling in the impoverished banks for vocabulary to fit into a lexicon already stuffed with a plethora of words like 'pain' and 'forever' and 'love'. You cut your wrists at each other, bloodied up and pathetic, fighting over whose tears are more salty and whose eyes are more darkened, whose bruises are more purpled and whose knife has a better slashing capacity. I've been reading all those phrases, all your careless clichés, used endlessly from Beowulf to Harry Potter.
And I don't give a fuck. That's right, you heard correctly, I don't give a fuck. This is partially due to the fact that I don't actually own a fuck, and I can't exactly borrow one, but even if I did have one at my disposal I wouldn't give it to you. You're not worth it.
If you're offended, I told you, don't read this.
I am being very honest with you all. And extremely blunt. If you know me, and some of you do, but even if you don't it's still a fact; I am a writer. Words are my life. And I've become a decent poet over the years. And if you know me, I don't come out and say "I miss you" or "I love you" but rather I choose some series of images to convey these emotions. I don't tell you what I mean, and it is one of my joys in life to see all the varied perceptions found in my writing.
And it is one of my deepest irritations to see that no one is subtle anymore. Despite my honesty and candid manner in typical conversation, in a real-life circumstance, this lack of depth in your writing is loathsome.
If steam is coming out of your ears, or the hairs on the back of your neck are raising, don't read this. I'm warning you one last time. Don't read any further, it's only going to get worse.
Don't. What I mean is, don't write. Don't write those things. Don't say those things that way. You don't just come out and say what you mean! There's no beauty in the facts, no sparkling brilliance or the evocation of tears with a simple statement! It is not knowledge that a heart hears and understands, but passion! The heart is hardened by science and the angst of reality. But the heart finds comprehension, if you carress it with words, if you are gentle with the truth. I don't think you understand.
I warned you. |
Submission Name: Don't
