underestimated, misunderstood, falsely accused...
so I glanced at a blank, it looked back
...I smiled, feeling confident,
it grilled me in disappointment....
then a mirror, liking what I'd thought I'd see,
it spat at me...
then within, this time without preconceptions,
I saw unequivocal greatness, glory, victory,
wings spreading, eyes glowing, countenance radiating
...I saw what none can, then realized it was a just a dream,
projected expection of the self amongst the selves,
greatness when I close my eyes to the world,
foul once awoken from the bliss of personal sanctuary,
I was my accuser, misunderstanding myself
overestimating reality by the measure of fantasy..
then, I looked around and saw in many,
that reality had completely replaced fantasy,
so how can they possibly see me?
why then, should I feel falsely accused?
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
notifications made me really and primitively love the color red >_<
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
oh i'm listening, don't get offended
nope, and no, you're not offending
it's me here always waiting,
accompanied by all your complaining,
not merely listening, but acting on will,
to gift a **** to care and commit,
and no there's nothing else i'm
planning, i'm your disposable pair of ears,
floating in your head and not attached,
not yours at all really but you seem to be
using mine much more than your own,
so whose ears do i call these?
when i get them back, they're too worn out
for all the noise in my own head!
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 1:43 AM UTC
today seemed inspired,
clever grammatic acrobatics,
maybe some genuine musings,
definite contextual reactions.
has the psyche, yours and mine,
been as busy as the day's rain?
what was so different in the air,
when we stayed inside,
seCured in our sense of shelter?
was it ugly out? I found it beautiful,
but I couldn't take my laptop outside :/
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
you got me,
got into my head,
morphed and laced my sense,
you rocked me,
shocked me,
shared your ails' dispense
then you forgot me,
forget you,
get out of my head!
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
Ohhh the elaborate plots,
of a girl trying to depart,
when she needs to ****
What a striking metaphor,
to the core, for the attack,
against a natural score.
A silent symphony,
silent and deadly :{ buttt,
don't worry, you're too pretty.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
dust trash light
minerals life new
white vibrant just vision
depictions listen shit
eyes stop
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
why are you so angry? IT'S ******* ME OFF!
CAN'T YOU JUST BEHAVE?! it's driving me crazy.. >_>
trash on everything and anyone and all your past and all our futures,
trash your eyes before beholding beauty? can't you see it outside of yourself?
do you not want to believe it's there? are you that ugly inside? what are you reflecting?
all you do is trash on this and that and that's not all my eyes are opening for,
so if i should listen to you
my friends,
listen to me too, it's all ugly and especially you, OK! i'll admit, so am i.. <_<
but remember, without **** there's no sprouts...if you couldn't poo, you'd be much more a shady hue, brown and blue....remember that trees and grandparents decay, that maggots and fun guys spoil the evening's soup...
do you smell that? ew...right? nasty, don't go near it...let the beatles and garbage men handle all your stinkless
**** flushed and forgotten....you know what? you're why the world is trash, yicky stanks...stop pointing, stop staring, stop wondering and complaining....it's you too :} now don't you just feel so much better you rotting carcass of fruit?
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
...plain, white light of conscious sight
carved with the black of depictions,
stretched imaginations, dance of
curves and shapes, the inner vision
needs a pair of shades, color it
with flames of passion, free flow
of feeling, breeze of dreams
whistling through the meadows
of vibrant forms
...from the dust
this thought was born, to the
dust, the vision fades, in the dust
are the sparks, minerals, elements
of life, fertile fields, sow the seeds
...from the groves, the forms are
reborn, then the critters and grubs
swarm in, eating the scraps, ********
new life into the soil, new sparks
and minerals, eggs and chances,
rhythms for the new generations,
vibrant once more, a matter of
potent renditions, the breath fueling
the black depictions, white light geyser,
grey clouds, tarnished ores,
dirt and dust, all colored with the minerals
of light
...and in that light is solar life,
lunar reflections, Earthly fullfillment of
'son'shine, mother's milk, and dad's
beer brewing in the astro's firmament.
Dancing all through again and again of
swirvy curls, recollection of scattered pearls,
casted and then returned.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 5:13 PM UTC