Mind Fucking Breeds Negativity
Mind Fucking Breeds Negativity
by Dominae Cole
all this sophisticated
mind fucking may
never lead to
a child,
but it leaves the
heart fat full
with possibilities
of demise.
we breed desire
in the shadows
and then turn around
and gut it
with a staple
come sunrise.
slow and painful is
the life of a kid
who gives up
on love before
the gun is fired.
hope is a wounded crane
caught in the trap
of trivial cynicism
and its cries are
muffled with
intellect and
philosophical dogma.
i`m sick with self-love,
which is really just
self-hate with
quirky anecdotes and
good lighting.
At first I wasn’t too sure, but having read this again, I have to say that this is pretty good. I think it was lines 5 to 8 that turned me off at first. I still don’t like those lines, but it serves as a nice bridge to the rest of the poem. Don’t change a thing.