Treasure Island

Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Nothing Beautiful


There is nothing beautiful
about the words I say
the words I write
the words I think
there is nothing beautiful
about my words

I see nothing beautiful
My eyes gaze upon
products of skin
like paper mache
created
modified
by that influential
human touch

I hear nothing beautiful
Just the sounds of bombs
the pops of distant gun play
the spilling of blood
the result
of the game
we like to play
'Who is the bigger man
who won't let things go? '

There is nothing beautiful
about the world we live
and I hate It
It
makes me ill

I just need a door
to kick open
but this door
I dream of
is only paint
on a brick wall

Submitted: Thursday, December 13, 2012

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