Sometimes, an animal
tries to escape my heart.

Needles split gumline
rendering me a natural,
deadly feline in tall grass,
a single bullet striking glass,
the killer shades and cooler cars
of real-life-moving-picture stars,
always hunting, stalking more
bright images flash just before
my eyes see lies
and spirit spies
the animal within...

It slinks away, again.

This poem,
,
excuse me,                                                ehem

i
doesn'­t care if you read it to the end
or if you don't like syntax,                                                          ­              the grammar,
or
the                                         capitol letters
line spelling

breaks (orspacing)

                                                    ­               but perhaps you prefer that it be less...
                                                         ­                                               understandable
   ­                                     Compromising,
      that it comprises the  
                                                                  ENTIRETY
                                            ­                              of
                          nature­                                nursing                          ­      nurture
[aligned to the Left]
  That way you walk away feeling like it was something worth your time!
Respectable (as pronounced in the Spanish language).
                                                      ­                                                                 ­                        And yet,

                                                           ­                                                                 ­                   there is a

                                                              ­                                                                 ­                certain re

                                                             ­                                                                 ­                 -gularity

                                                      ­                                                                 ­                        to time...

like           the           tick           of           the           clock---------------------------------------------
              ­                                                                 ­                    >>thatmadeyoucringe<<
congratulations-
                           nobody cared, or ever will--
                                                                ­         it's the bread and butter---
                                                       ­                                                              Apathy

GOD,

Return my heart and mind
  To perfect love and truth.
I seek what is divine,
  The innocence of youth.
Remind me who I am,
  And teach me how to stand;
Teach me how to live,
  And show me that I can.

slam!*

step  step  step

click! Buzz  

pshhh Nonsense...


drip


drip


drip  

Shower...

sigh

foom

inhale

exhale

inhale

*exhale

Failure's in your future
so sit down and wait
until it's delivered.

Let's ****** your dreams
and watch them plummet
straight into the dirt
and wait until they decompose
and cease to exist.

[breath]

You're nothing but a failure in the making.
Your insignificant accomplishments
have bloated your reality and
have opened the door to hope
that still manages to spill
throughout
your mind and
contaminate the truth.

[breath]

You still live in the same spot.
You haven't left. You've stayed in your own tiny city still
trying to impress the same type of people, but you didn't
expect them to leave so soon. See them move on while they
forget you and slowly your entire environment changed.

[breath]

We've dealt with your nonexistent career.
Should we move on to your love life? You fell in love over the
summer and after she left you, you became so bitter you couldn't let
go of her memory and decided to ruin her name to
everyone around you. Blowing it all out of proportions
just so you can look like a victim.

[breath]

So after becoming so involved in your made up reality you
decide to give up on everything around you. You disappear and
nothing holds value to you anymore. Then, you feel like you should
escape your reality and moving two thousand miles away seems
the only way to make you happy.

[breath]

Oh. But you found love again didn't you? You are on step one aren't you?
She's your inspiration right now isn't she?
She gives you hope and her beauty makes you happy.
The results of this imbecilic attempt leads to your heart
being ripped out of its rib cage and after being crushed by her
foot full of rejection you sit there and your insignificant
hope begins to evaporate.

[breath]

You lose focus and nothing can gain it back in time
for the most important week of your short life.
You fail as well and
while you struggle to find why
it is that this is occurring an idea
that I have planted begins to sprout.

You've considered it. You've agreed to it.
You can only look in my eyes as I smile.
Climb on the stool and focus your eyes on the ground.

[Expected your own thoughts to betray you and we triumphed]

Never did I regret killing your hope.
Place this necklace over your throat.
The material? I believe it's rope.
Let me tighten it for you.
[push].

[breath]

I am at the point of a unavoidable breaking
This life that overcomes my will and all I'm undertaking
And to say I've found neither solace nor peace would be a correct assumption
But you do not see me past your judgements and presumptions

I am at the point where I feel my heart about to shatter
Turning into grains of sand mixed with dreams that no longer matter
Yet you desire to see the smile that's actually a frown turned upside down
Just so I'll say "welcome home" as I act as the matt that you stomp to the ground

I am at the point of screaming at the top of my mind
Seeing the things that the world's forced me to leave behind
See all the mistakes and heartbreaks that litter the floor like shards of glass
Cutting me and dragging my consciousness back to the past

I am a tattered soul who is choking back the tears
Just to say hello and make it seem I have no fears
Being crushed under the pressure of the smile plastered on my face
Seen as no commodity, but only something that can be replaced

I am a rebirth waiting to happen that your eyes dare overlook
The page written by the hand of God that's unread because mankind closed the book
A tried and failed prototype that is this world's very own casualty
And yet it should fear the future, for it shall no overcome me...

Not today...