This doesn't belong to me but it's one of the few pieces of poetry past the Jabberwocky that I've ever really enjoyed.

 

 

We're the unmended and the untended cold soldiers of the shoe.
We're the neglected and ever-resurrected agonies of the few.
We're the once-kissed, unmissed and always refused.
Because we're the unfinished and feared; and we're never pursued.

And just that easily, on my behalf, I come around.
Because I'm burning.
The beasts of war feed only on the meats of war,
and now I'm for carnage.

Here's how my anguish frees:

Destroy everyone, of course.
Because I'm unwanted, and unsafe.
And I'll take tears away with torments and rape;
Killings and fears not even the dead will escape.
Encircling the guilty and shamed,
blameless, and enslaved.
Absolved, butchering their prejudice.
Patience, their value, because I am without value.

I'm the coming of every holocaust, turning no lost,
rending tissue, sinew & bone.
Accepting no suffering.

By me all levees will break;
All silos heave.
I will walk heavy.
And I will walk strange.

Because I am too soon.
Because without her,
I am only revolutions;
a ruin.

Because I am too soon.
Because without you,
I am only revolutions;
a ruin.

(We're always sixteen!)
(We're always sixteen!)
(We're always sixteen!)
(We're always sixteen!)

I'm the prophecy prophecies pass.
My need dies at last.
How oceans dry, islands drown;
and skies of salt crash to the ground.

I turn the powerful,
defy the weak.
Only grass grows down abandoned streets.

For a greater economy shall follow us,
and it shall be outdone.

And a greater autonomy shall follow us,
and it, too, will be undone.

And a greater feeling shall follow love,
and it, too, we will blow to dust.

--For I am longings without trust.

The cycloidal haste;
freedom from Hailey forever wastes.

Dust cares only for dust,
and time only for US.

Because I am too soon.
Because without her,
I am only revolutions;
a ruin.

Because I am too soon.
Because without you,
I am only revolutions;
a ruin.

(Revolutions)
(Revolutions)
(Revolutions?)
(Revolutions)
(We're always sixteen!)
(We're always sixteen!)
(We are always sixteen...)
(We're always sixteen!)