Surviving Bombs

• Artist: Saint Nebbles
• Description: A poem about gossip, hearsay, rumors, lies, insults, propaganda, and verbal violence, and how it can affect people, the paranoia and fear and such associated with rumors and gossip, and with the reasons people would pursue such.
• Date: 08/04/2008
• Tags: surviving bombs hiroshima nagasaki poem

If I hear my name in the hall,
I have a tendency to close myself in.
You could call it paranoia, but
Meager confidence just isn't worth the risk.

Can you blame me for my instinct?
You know you scare as much as I do.
If you don't see why I worry,
Try and imagine if everyone knew,

About those silly little things.
Those things should be so inconsequential.
But when there are a million hammers,
No one wants their head sticking too tall.

Cause we are of bitter essence,
And humiliation is what we need.
Still I don't see the joy of,
Feeding and breeding on miseries.

Is crying a commodity?
For these stale tears are you a paraphile?
Did sentences become weapons?
Is saying, "fat ********" launching a missile?

Is what we are in World War 2?
Are we then meant to be Nagasaki?
Am I the United States?
If so, get ready for the bombings.

Because if I wished I could rip right in,
Tear through the flesh and the rest in seconds.
Deconstruct you bit by bit, and
Excuse myself with some talk of penance.

I could make you feel pathetic,
Strip you naked to be seen by many.
It isn't hard to make you cry,
But I would rather see you happy.

Comments

[Bubblegum Bishonen]

I would like to do the same out of all the pests in this world XD

[DoeEyedDamsel]

I luv it ^w^

[kdog215]

cool

[E d i b l e F l o w e r]

I absolutely loved the last two lines. I hate to repeat myself [=broken record] But I really feel the same. Im a very anxious and paranoid person ^ ^' But, as a result, Im also very kind ^ ^'