Liberation's a Mosh Pit

~My heart's torn like the rips in my black denim jeans

Jeans tight like the constrictions and pressures forced on me

But they say that pressure turns coal to diamonds.

They talkin' bout the ten dollar diamonds that used to dance on my ears?

The ones that almost got me disowned,

With accusations of queerness and criminality tossed left and right?

Yet I smile.

Drain out bad energy.

I chase my highs and drown out my lows and I smile my hardest.

I rage against all demons external and in,

Because liberation is a fucking mosh pit.~

 

 

 

 

◄ Dante's Inferno

Waiting for October ►

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D.W. Hamilton

Fri 14th Aug 2020 02:22

Dazzled.

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 17th Jul 2020 11:13

Wish we could like poems twice. Amazing piece!

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Paul Sayer

Fri 17th Jul 2020 11:09

You are a diamond geezer M3RK

this f##king shines mate

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keith jeffries

Fri 17th Jul 2020 00:16

This is one of those incredible poems which says far more than is written. I am quite fascinated by it. I read it several times.

Thanks

Keith

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