ode to a twisted archer
Tis the season for open hearts
affection sealed in a cocoa cell
securely behind heart-shaped bars
seductive and tarried to release the spell
scarlet
barbed
fierce
adored
american greetings for your fatuous cause
torn asunder from their mother vine
torturous adoration wilting in a crystal vase
plucked from the grave of St. Valentine
for you my dear. tidings of préemballé amour
bereft of genuine feeling and thought
that twisted, winged archer
his bow no longer taut
quivers his arrows at loss of the quarry he sought
no battles this day for you will be fought
just commercialized love that was merely bought
not sown
nor reeped
nor wrought
Valentines Day, good intentions aside, is a fucking farce. It's the one day a year when every faux-macho asshole in the world is a "sweetie" for buying a pre-printed, unoriginal card and some roses fresh in from Columbia. What's so sweet about that? You're worth...pre-printed and unoriginal!! The gift from my heart to yours - given a thousand times over. Give me a fucking break. God forbid you make a card, write a poem, PICK some flowers (it's not snowing everywhere), COOK her dinner. Instead of doing what the fucking television tells you to do, why don't you go and create - blow her away with the unexpected you mindless fucking peons. And it works both ways ladies - do your part. Relationships go both ways, don't just sit there expecting the world garnished with roses, pearls, and glitter to be forked over to you every year just because Hallmark has conditioned you into believing this is YOUR day. Well it is YOUR day; it's your day to stop expecting special treatment and start earning and deserving it. Not happy with your insignificiant other? Get a new one. Some people get sick of driving shitty used cars and invest in a good one. Stop settling for less because it's more convenient. Stop complaining about how he or she or it or they never say they love you. It's only words - look for it in actions; if you can't find it in actions then IT ISN'T THERE. You've been hallucinating the whole time, theres no adoration - end it. Stop validating yourselves through fatuous relationships bereft of meaning. Take the time to be comfortable with yourself and live a fulfilling life instead of leeching off others. But those of you out there with wonderful relationships, unashamed to act like mushy six year olds publically; those with manifest, evident affection, enjoy your day today - it's for you.
affection sealed in a cocoa cell
securely behind heart-shaped bars
seductive and tarried to release the spell
scarlet
barbed
fierce
adored
american greetings for your fatuous cause
torn asunder from their mother vine
torturous adoration wilting in a crystal vase
plucked from the grave of St. Valentine
for you my dear. tidings of préemballé amour
bereft of genuine feeling and thought
that twisted, winged archer
his bow no longer taut
quivers his arrows at loss of the quarry he sought
no battles this day for you will be fought
just commercialized love that was merely bought
not sown
nor reeped
nor wrought
Valentines Day, good intentions aside, is a fucking farce. It's the one day a year when every faux-macho asshole in the world is a "sweetie" for buying a pre-printed, unoriginal card and some roses fresh in from Columbia. What's so sweet about that? You're worth...pre-printed and unoriginal!! The gift from my heart to yours - given a thousand times over. Give me a fucking break. God forbid you make a card, write a poem, PICK some flowers (it's not snowing everywhere), COOK her dinner. Instead of doing what the fucking television tells you to do, why don't you go and create - blow her away with the unexpected you mindless fucking peons. And it works both ways ladies - do your part. Relationships go both ways, don't just sit there expecting the world garnished with roses, pearls, and glitter to be forked over to you every year just because Hallmark has conditioned you into believing this is YOUR day. Well it is YOUR day; it's your day to stop expecting special treatment and start earning and deserving it. Not happy with your insignificiant other? Get a new one. Some people get sick of driving shitty used cars and invest in a good one. Stop settling for less because it's more convenient. Stop complaining about how he or she or it or they never say they love you. It's only words - look for it in actions; if you can't find it in actions then IT ISN'T THERE. You've been hallucinating the whole time, theres no adoration - end it. Stop validating yourselves through fatuous relationships bereft of meaning. Take the time to be comfortable with yourself and live a fulfilling life instead of leeching off others. But those of you out there with wonderful relationships, unashamed to act like mushy six year olds publically; those with manifest, evident affection, enjoy your day today - it's for you.