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A Punk Rock Sense of Honesty
Passion of friends, family, causes, life!
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I rage quietly
when things go bad
or in celebration
when life is kicking ass.
You piss me off and I
will scream at you face-to-face,
in your face,
me more than likely on my tiptoes.
You make me cry
and I will hug you
and try to never let go
until my arms tire and I need my space.
I will scream, rage, and cry
about injustices faced by you, me, and the world.
For the early needless death of the ones who’ve lit
fires in our souls,
for the loss of our carefree lives
and the depletion of our sense of calm.
I sit outside a coffeehouse
calm, writing, quietly
while my head buzzes with an ever continuous monologue
of life, and with tunes running through my brain.
I realize that I’ve gotten off the topic
of punk rock honesty,
yet we never really quite left it after all.
Punk has always equaled passion
for life and everything it compromises,
and honesty is excepting life.
and honesty is trying to change
the needless bullshit and injustices thrown into our world,
it’s not staying silent.
We write songs, poems, prose
about ourselves, our hearts, our worlds, our friends
as honestly as we can, no matter what.
We laugh together
We cry together
We party together
We fight together
We live together
We dream together
We look at the world
and tell it that we
Will Not Be Ignored.
and our stories will be told.
and That is punk rock honesty.