what sticks

psychotic

is different

than occasionally

manic…

sensitivity

is vastly different

from the

darkened caves

of depression…

as mean-spirited

is not akin

to friendly banter

as criticism

laced with another’s

perspective

is not

akin

to hatred

or visionary prowess…

as name-calling

is not carried

off schoolyard concrete

into the streets

beyond

a hoped for

brevity

during

youthful ignorance…

for some

names move in

taking up 

 permanent residency

deep under

the derma

sticking glue-like

an aged amber

honey

dried and lacking taste

or sweetness..

it damages

(it can’t be helped)…

no matter what

the truth

the overly-sensitive

take and possess

the negative

beginning to

question

their own fragile

composition…

attack if you

must

the placement

of  words on a page

rather than

the validity

of content…

like the man said:

“we are not friends here”…

this, the reminder

that flies in the face

of who i’ve always

been

seems odd

yet sadly appropriate

in these days

of humanity’s 

singular

self-involved

ways

today

where cruelty

trumps kindness

and honesty

any day…

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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