Life's beautifully meaningless,
and we try to give it meaning.
Fucking it up.
Like spitting on a masterpiece.
I guess it's because people are
afraid, that if they don't
give us some artificial meaning
there arrogance will be exposed.
They don't see the meaning
in this abstract art piece.
They don't see the beauty
in this stew of color.
They're too blind to notice
that they're letting the
storm pass without a
good chase.
They scream and they shout
"live my way, my way
is the only way"
they don't realize what's
passing them.
Sitting by the dictch,
talking about everything,
talking about nothing.
We're happy, we're sad.
I've never felt so warm,
I've never been so happy.
I'm losing myself in the
water below our feet.
I'm losing my mind in
the lore of your voice.
What's this warmth I feel?
I wish I could stay here.
I'm so tired of giving up
and I'm sick of being such
a loser.
I wish I weren't so pathetic
I wish I could give more,
I take too much.
I wish I weren't so small,
so beat up.
I wish I weren't me.
With hatred in their heart
they go to war.
With judgement in their heart
they forget their fellow man.
Love is dead, it's a meaningless word.
Humanity is dead, it's a meaningless word.
Oh, how I wish they'd just stop.
How I wish they'd remember what it means,
what it means to actually love,
to actually care.
Life's beautifully meaningless,
and we try to give it meaning.
Fucking it up.
Like spitting on a masterpiece.
I guess it's because people are
afraid, that if they don't
give us some artificial meaning
there arrogance will be exposed.
They don't see the meaning
in this abstract art piece.
They don't see the beauty
in this stew of color.
They're too blind to notice
that they're letting the
storm pass without a
good chase.
They scream and they shout
"live my way, my way
is the only way"
they don't realize what's
passing them.
Sitting by the dictch,
talking about everything,
talking about nothing.
We're happy, we're sad.
I've never felt so warm,
I've never been so happy.
I'm losing myself in the
water below our feet.
I'm losing my mind in
the lore of your voice.
What's this warmth I feel?
I wish I could stay here.
I'm so tired of giving up
and I'm sick of being such
a loser.
I wish I weren't so pathetic
I wish I could give more,
I take too much.
I wish I weren't so small,
so beat up.
I wish I weren't me.
With hatred in their heart
they go to war.
With judgement in their heart
they forget their fellow man.
Love is dead, it's a meaningless word.
Humanity is dead, it's a meaningless word.
Oh, how I wish they'd just stop.
How I wish they'd remember what it means,
what it means to actually love,
to actually care.
I'm Stefan, a poet from Houston, TX. I write a lot about how I feel about people, current events and love. I like poetry, but I'll do some short stories.