Intelligence bashed my brain in with a baseball bat.
When the hitter dug through the crack in my skull
It smiled, gleefully,
Like a puzzle had been solved.
I had been a mistress long enough
And killing me was the answer.
I knew it wouldn't last long,
Those relationships never do.
But in so crude a fashion!
Nothing sophisticated or creative
Dead and empty
That is all intelligence left me.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
I'm sick of dying on the inside
And being un-orginal because everybody else does too
And makes me a copy-cat since I'm not alone
Yet completely am since the ghosts run away now
And nothing hears me
Because silence is louder than words
Knowing no one is willing to listen because they believe in their lies
It's their litanies now. To know they aren't liars because they believe they aren't.
Is my promise destruction or sanity
Knowing both to everything while being nothing more than me
?
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
They describe themselves as such good people
Just because they un-ceasingly chat about nothing
And believe in normal more than heart
Yet who does this save them from?
There is a puppet playing with the light inside peoples souls
Telling them vanity is an answer
As long you you don't need o have questions
Is that freedom?
Being so possessed by mindlessness that that is your mind
Existing by batteries and little keys that tell you
"I'm doing no, just ******* you lifeless."
All they do is smile and gape while dementors kiss
Because society left culture in a delapidated dumpster mutilated
And we all die in the nothing
Baring our scars
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
You're fickle
You feel the world
And do more than survive it
Life is about dealing with pain
You live the pain and make it beauty
You become more
Everything has a chance
Sadness, wonder, death, love
Each can have a verse
When your a poet
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
I could write dreams on the walls
And it still wouldn't be everything I had to say
I could write on all the music sheets I see
Unending rhapsody in the joy and it would cause and still know my words fall blind
I could build monuments to time, eras and eras described in days
And yet, my opinion means nothing
The inscibed doesn't change how little I'm willing to expose
Because no one is looking to read my soul
You can't hear me
You can't hear me.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
Where do the dreamer's dreams end?
I'll promise you a secret when you give me a wish
Whether it comes true isn't up to you
I want a day
Where dreams of magic are seen for truth
A day that doesn't lie about
Knowing every fantasy as reality
When fear is just a play toy
An innocent game where no one hates or cries
Because of everything they have been forced to lose
No more differences to change
Or lost dreams among the infinities of essence
You would be you and I myself
And the day where love doesn't falter breathless
Buts creates the hope it was meant to
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
"I don't want to"
"You have to"
"Since when"
"Since the world decided you have to decide everything young"
"Why do my decisions have to be own, no one elses are"
"Because you see that"
"Why does no one else see it"
"Because they live in reality and you don't"
"How can I ever be a part of reality"
"Because you have no choice"
"I never did, did I?"
No
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Each step I take I watch for no other reason than to notice something no one else does
So I can see what is sacrificed for me to succeed
They say hold your head up high so you won't miss anything
And all the things under our feet, what of them?
Where do they all look?
Ahead with all their heads held high
Me?
I stare at my feet and wonder why I'm the only one to think about looking lower than higher
And curious why I'm the only who bothers to watch where they walk
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
Why the what are you?
When confusion folds to secrets scribed in souls
And borrowed days are weighted with baited scourages of tomorrows lies
The journey is a wait and awaited
Where does time tell what belongs to whom and what doesnt?
Am I all?
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
What is this moment worth waiting for?
Where is it, this place in time that starts my life?
When will it happen, this time to become someone new?
This time when I can cease and become a difference
Where is my choice or lack of it
When did change become the only thing I have?
When does my life begin?
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC