Jenny Santellano is a poet from Chicago, Illinois. Some of her other poetry can be found in The Beatnik Cowboy, Section 8 Magazine, Random Poem Tree, and Dead Snakes. Happy Smiley People Life hinders living, and I don’t have to die to prove it I’ve got forty eight years of evidence People hate truth They rather stay silent or smother their fellow man in comfy lies They think that makes them wise and kind Avoid confrontation whenever possible Don’t raise your voice or lose control God forbid anyone should actually hear what you’re thinking They might label you insane, lock you up, or throw another bottle of pills at you Humanity is staying calm, cautious, and contrived Meanwhile, children are being sold as sex slaves, heads are being severed on live tv, and cops are killing kids for looking at them the wrong way I should keep my mouth shut when I hear others saying stupid shit Perpetuate ignorance “Turn the other cheek” Mind my own business Stay happy Hidden Dreams Dreams are hidden in second chances, uninvited circumstances Runaway, no food or clothes A drug dealer no-show Singer with no band Money, no hands One bad trade Dull blade Love The Canyon of My Heart The canyon of my heart is filled with angst, joy, and pain It is deep as it is vague in memories of moments that have passed Sorted sorrows sift soulfully through timeless truths that travel tellingly At the bottom lies love, languishing, hopeful, wishing for harmony Rising to the top, lingering around the edge, is you You, who knows the secret path to the door that leads to nowhere, an empty, dark nothingness, where the answer is what it is.
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