|Sometimes I try to paint...|
.to politicians who sip scotch & fall asleep to the ten o'clock news. by successwithhonor
which came first, the guilt or the glory?
do we pick up the bodies or tiptoe quietly between the cracks
until they wither like bleeding roses and the streets
are named for their bones;
tell me of the dead mothers,
and fathers left to forsake themselves
tell me of your white saviors, their
barbed wire haloes and empty promises
some days, freedom is the miracle of survival, Democracy
is a god with many faces, a machine dressed in
we mustn't pretend that we are anything but children
with heads that grew too big, mistaking our own voices
for whispers from the sky;
your words have become the ghosts of the person you promised us
to be, yesterday's shadow, the past resurrected
and us foolish sinners, still believing
tell me of the truth, if you have yet to beat the light from its name,
to mangle its foreign face into a monster we will no longer recognize
or is it just the stench that
Current Obsession: Person of Interest (TV Series)
About my username:
On Pronounciation: I don't think there's a particular pronunciation. don't worry about it.
On nicknames: Most people shorten my name to "myri"
But if you want to shorten it a different way or call me something else you're pretty much free to do so, unless I explicitly tell you not to. If you know me irl: plz don't use my full given first name. rl nicknames are pretty much fine.
Maybe someday you guys will know my name.
today is not that day.