nevermind + poetry.

the poet drops the bullshit

( title from the book mouthful of forevers )

i don't think that you burn and there is no hurricane in your throat and no tornados raging in your chest

your hands don't hold galaxies or mountains

and your anger is not catastrophic, fiery, volcanic and you are not a god, ready to destroy every enemy

the stars do not love you and neither does the moon,
but the earth does, in some way, i guess

see, you are only human, only a person.
born to destroy, to love, to take, to create
born to learn and watch and touch
you observe the stars, they do not observe you

you run from hurricanes and you chase tornados
you do not become them
your anger is merely anger
an unhinged emotion, a loose tap to control or be controlled by -
and volcanoes stay dormant for years
but you never still for a moment

and why would the moon love you?
why would the stars?

they are too far away to be swayed by a beautiful face or lovely words-
but the earth lies under your feet, it feels you move and breathe and adore

you are only a human, fragile, breakable
and while your smile is weak your heart beats on strong
it might not hold tornados but it can hold love, and it does
and this can be just as deadly

your anger cannot crumble societies
but it can hurt friendships and lovers
which amount to around the very same thing

the poets were wrong
you are not out of this world
you are a child of it and loved to it

and yet you are still special.

   (  sorry i keep writing love poems im into somebody right now  please forgive me )