I've got imagination
like knives
cutting with surrealism

Humor
like lightning bolts
blinding with white teeth

Creativity
like a crossbow
loaded with ideas and will
instead of arrows

Kindness
like pistols
my bullets fast
as two teens falling in love

My mind
like a grenade
one I throw out
and keep myself locked somewhere else

My weaponry doesn't look very dangerous,
but that's because they cut somewhere else.
Because I **** them with my heart.

My mind is divided in cages
It's been that way throughout the ages

I'm becoming numb so with you I am sharing
My view of the world if there's anyone caring

I set my cages out side by side
You may be surprised but this I do find

there’s a cage for responsibilities
it’s boring but necessary

I have one for my family
To whom I love though they're a bit ordinary

there’s one for my friends
the weirdest of all
weirder that dividing my brain in cages, after all

and of course there’s one for love
I think this one’s retired
though there’s still a burning desire
that keeps me from getting it terminated

So I'd say my brain’s complicated
hard to get into and out of

and it’s locked and so well protected
that my advise to you its to stay unrelated
cause if you enter there’s several obstacles you’ll be facing

first there’s a gas that’s overtaking
its called humor and its mutilating

then there’s a wall
curved like a smile
but faker than Halloween bile

but if you’ve surpassed this obstructions
my congrats to you
but sorry you’re about to get ejected too

my advice again, my friend
it’s to stay out of this
and leave me to my numbness to recede in peace

Sometimes I like to wear an oversized shirt and socks
and then sometimes I like to wear nothing

Some days I feel everything at once
and some days I feel nothing at all

Some nights are spent dreaming of lands far away
and some I didn’t even realize had gone by

I like to be alone
but I hate feeling lonely

I love my family
but my door is always locked

I’m very keen of white cause it represents purity
but then black represents depth

Coffee makes the world a better place
but tea can be had at any time

Pools are relaxing
but the ocean makes me feel alive

I enjoy living
but I want to know what happens after death

I am my own compass
pointing north and pointing south

Torn between myself
and what I feel

and if that’s not confusing enough
the compass never stays still

As I stayed buried deep in my books
You simply slipped away
I let you fall and crumble
Under the new memories in my brain

The library I thought that held it all
Books of life piled high upon the shelf
We're a sweet weight of fake felicity
I carried proudly above all else

Now I realize I was foolish for letting you
Fill with empty pages that library
Thinking you'd write a part of my life
From the pieces you took from me

I am a King that drinks beer
and is surrounded by bodies instead of money

I am the master of my own universe
the one adorned with bills and paychecks

I am the God of a religion
followed by many but preached individually

The beer tastes like freedom
The universe keeps me going
And my religion makes me real

The king's fatherly tightening
like trials by a contemptuous man
led to the biggest crying
by she who loves this man.

So I guess and gonna stay buried in my books
and let you slip away
let you fall and crumble
under the new memories in my brain.

Wear love like a scarf
close to your head and your heart
don't let it choke you
don't let it blind you
just keep it in between those two
so everything makes sense
so you make sense
and you're not withholding yourself
from what life has to offer
if the scarf starts blinding you, take it off
if the scarf starts chocking you, rip it off
and remember
its better to wait for the good scarves
the ones that last
cause the ones that are in clearance
have a reason to be there.