A huge farm
Endless walking
I forgot who I was
Forgot my middle name
How I sign my signature
Gave my voice away
Flexed my throat like a professional
Teeth on display
I thought I’d see a black cloud
Or a gang of hands
Enveloping me
Choking me
But I was just left
Out in the bright light
With no disgusted eyes
Looking my way
Nobody asking for explanations
Just me talking to myself
Slit his ******* throat
So he doesn’t repeat
The story about his best friends
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
I will speak in the
Only language I know,
And you will listen
In the only language you know
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We will walk away
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
delirious and dazed
in the silence of the beating,
artificial wind
I sit,
thinking of a beating,
artificial wind in a far away land.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
a long long time ago
when we all were babies
we couldn't read or understand
we were openly racist and funny
we loved and hated
we still hated the future
but the reasons seemed to make sense
we had just one world
its so difficult now
to be realistic
to colour within the lines
to love and to hate
to say
two much
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
1. Three Persons
Where is this?
But, NO. It is everywhere.
Colours unite and divide.
But to the prism, it is just another day.
Why aren't the colours solid?
Why don't they meld into the prism?
How are we so sure?
That the ideas we think outshine every other.
That we have the power to change this sorry world.
We think of our superpowers.
But all we do ever is enable this amoeba
more and more everyday.
-
Green, endless green.
Maybe they think that they should create
Natural Parks and Sanctuaries
to protect humans from their deadly logic.
Hey! Maybe they do!
-
I await the beauty and the epics.
But beyond the turn, there is only a lake
2. The Swirl Begins
The first thought that comes to my mind
is the shape of shapes.
It's not about a square or a triangle or a circle in particular.
Just the idea of symmetry in the Third Dimension.
But sadly, so much brilliance and symmetry
adds up to form so much asymmetry.
Not that it isn't beautiful.
But somehow the point is lost in the heap.
What is perfect?
Thankfully my train of thought takes me
to more beautiful places.
Where 'symmetry', 'meaning' are just vibrations.. Sounds..
God! I want to believe!!
But not believing is so much fun!
**** that! Swirl!!
3. Paddy on the Rocks . [A Description]
Zombies and Aliens do not reside here.
We walk along without any fear.
Why, you ask?
We wish we could tell.
Somehow we realise
that it is here we can smell.
Drop.
Stop.
Swirl. Up..
Write.
Wish i didn't.
No i don't.
We all just don't know what we would do, if we could do whatever we think we wanted to do.
Swirl. Down.
SsHHhhh...
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
this is a deck it seems
the ***** i swallowed
will regurgitate soon enough
but i stand here at the edge of humanity
gawking at the beauty of the extremes.
a joke some of us pretend to understand.
a joke so terrible
nobody really wants to laugh.
time+the salty waves
have washed away the name of this ship
so you can call it whatever the **** you want
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
turn the page
into gold
-
the only thing that convinces me that I'm still sane
is that fact that i continue to question my sanity
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
Today I saw a shadow.
I asked him what the time was.
He told me to **** off.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
"I always pray to God
To give me more suffering
So i can talk to myself more"
Said a voice.
I think it came out of my mouth.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC