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Dark Thoughts and Great Movies (Mr. Brightside)

The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name "Mr. Brightside." This poem is provided as a written poetry piece, and is a powerful, vulnerable, questioning piece that leverages dark humor for effect.  Leave a comment to move this poem up in the rankings. Our poetry comment system is intended to facilitate feedback for our artists, and to promote creative communication. Don't just read poetry -- take the leap by submitting, commenting, and following.  

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Dark Thoughts and Great Movies

They say most girls dream of being a princess and want to be rescued by the prince. What about the boys? I for one wanted to be the prince, find my true love and live happily ever after. Isn’t that what most of us want. I did not know the story ends with the princess sleeping with all 7 dwarfs the Ogre and even the donkey too. Why can’t we be like penguins or seahorses or better yet a Werewolf? Damn you Morpheus and your red pill. (yes, I just referenced Snow White, Shrek, National Geographic, Twilight and Matrix, that’s how messed up my head is).

Never really understood the phrase, “ignorance is bliss” until now. Thought I was married to a virtuous woman, I was very religious, had heaven to look forward to and a purpose in trying to save the world. Now that I’ve taken the red pill, I am enlightened, more sympathetic, more tolerant, which is ironic because that’s what religion was supposed to teach me. So now I’m less of an A hole but miserable. I guess I would be happier if I could find love again, maybe there’s a Trinity out there for me, but if I’m honest I’m afraid to get hurt again. I need a friend but they may let me down too. What am I crying about? I'm not the first person to get his heart broken. It’s been 10 years, get over it! I have a lot going for me, 3 beautiful children, a family that loves me, a great career and more. But I so desperately want to believe, should I fake it till I believe again? Is that the blue pill? Does Prozac come in blue? I know what is good for me but can’t seem to move forward.

1 comment:

  1. Man, this poem really got me in the guts. The vulnerability and honesty is so powerful. I am moved to share with you a poem I published recently called Wrecking Ball with Razors: Wishing you all the best -- thanks for your courage.