I once was so much socio
I had a list and ratio
My mind did swarm
With ****** mass
Of who could be
The first to pass.
A lover,
A cheater,
A drunk old wife beater;
Oh,
Only then
Did I realize
I was first on
my list to die.

deeper meaning, over thinking, poetry really does give a beating.

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

You
Make
Me
Insecure
By
The
Games
You
Play
With
My
Mind

I don't let flowers bloom because I'm scared of weeds.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon