Always lifeless to you.
Some story of passion’s death,
and some quest to revive.
When in other’s turmoil you live,
and sadly –
seem to thrive.

Projecting your failures into,
all of our hands.
Cross over cross,
you make your demands.

Stereotyping lives,
but knowing little truth.
Spitting desperation,
in motions uncouth.

It is you that is dying.
is your death.
As you drown in your rhetoric,
and cold lifeless breath.

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    1. Aw, thanks sweets! I loved the picture, I thought it went perfect. I look at it and think “blah blah blah”. A much simpler way to put my poem. 🙂 xoxox

    1. The worst people to surround yourself with but yet they always seem to come around! Lol. Thank you for reading. 😉

  1. 🙂 I’ve encountered a few of these….one here that casts a Cheshire Cat grin as he screams like the Queen of Hearts “off with her head!” …..and I beg for mercy to awaken! 🙂 Excellent writing Jess!

  2. Hey, you are Leonard Cohen in disguise, right??
    Seriously, sounds like this person got their just reward. Fie on the pessimists, let them drown in their own deaths and not give them another thought whilst we dance and make merry.

    1. What a wonderful compliment Jannie, if only!
      You are so right… lets dance and make merry. No need for these soap boxes and hurtful agenda’s. There is much more to life and tremendous like minded people out there. 🙂

  3. Soapboxes are slippery at the best of times, even more so when propped up by bubbles ready to pop at any second. 🙂 Thought this was a wonderful little sing-song write to a very real problem in our day and age. Rather than jump up on my own soapbox, I will let this wonderful write stand as it is, for between the lines, my own thoughts are well spoken! Loved it 🙂

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