If I could bask today in the ignorance of the sun, would I let it burn my skin?
Because tomorrow could bring a cancerous wave that just might **** the curiosity.
If I could wash and wade in the oblivion of the ocean, would I let it pull me in?
For tomorrow could bring a laundering wave that just might save the day.
Or tomorrow could bring a compelling wave that just might **** the curiosity.
If I could be sedated by the serenade of the thunder, would I gently fall asleep?
Or would I have find 10,000 ways to laugh myself to sleep?
Would I have to face 10,000 ways to intentionally **** the curiosity?
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
It cripples me - your grip uneased, your unintentional mental squeeze.
Distilling me. Entrails set free.
Half in your hand, half in my seat.
I'm questioning your thrilling me.
Adrenal fueled anxiety.
I'll stop myself.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
Yes, you are the cream of the crop;
the man on top.
But you aren't that special.
The throne you hold high
at the top of your lie
is anything but deserved.
So go and get ******
if it makes you feel at home.
But I won't condone your narcissism.
For your mental state
is what brings to me the hate
and the pain that is intolerable.
You say you're a friend.
But then where, friend, was your hand
when you didn't stand by me?
When I was so lost
that you couldn't even toss
the biggest object in the world to find me.
Yes, you are the king of the sky;
the man so fly,
you can't contain it.
The feathers you ruffle,
so the world thinks you're trouble,
is an obvious adaptation.
Evolution will hide
the secret inside.
As will I, since I know it.
But someday it will leak
and you'll open your beak
to squawk at us all; save it.
For I have done my part;
gave access to my heart.
Even after you repeatedly trampled it.
So go and fly, bird.
Tell more victims your word
before the annual molt begins.
Yes, you are the size of a bee;
As small as me.
If only your ego could tell you.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 5:42 AM UTC