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May 2014 · 1.3k
My (very) nervous system.
Kvothe May 2014
I want you to fall in love, with my mind.
They say that romance is dead.
Aesthetic adoration is too easy to find.
I will dig deeper, doting the components of your head.

I ask that you return the favour.
No need for laboratory lobotomies.
There need not be forced labour.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.

And my mind on my mandibles.
I speak it. Repeat it.
The source inches above my clavicle.
It is replete with ****.

But it has it's moments too.
Though it's subject matter is grey,
a lot rings true,
from this pinkish purée.

I want you to find the harmony,
with my spinal chord.
And say with absolute certainty:
We will never be bored.

The feelings, that from my brain stem,
will be fully frontal.
From my toes to my cerebellum,
I would be yours, in total.

I want to fall in love with your mind.
Invest me in your intellect.
It will take time.
But it's all temporal in introspect.
May 2014 · 304
How I sleep at night
May 2014 · 452
Query
Kvothe May 2014
Do shepherds count sheep
to sleep a soft wooly sleep?
Or do they count cars?
May 2014 · 1.2k
Mantra
Kvothe May 2014
Set goals they all say.
I have but one goal to hit.
Enjoy the present.
May 2014 · 1.3k
Words
Kvothe May 2014
Words,
they have some arcane power, the
ability of adjectives to steer our mind subjectively.
The presence of nouns, now, they'll denote something of note,
could be a cookie, a concept, a cart, a coat. Of course
there's pronouns abound to substitute these nouns,
from her to him, and from me to you;
it's pronouns that make a sentence feel new. Now
we musn't forget the versatile verb, the essence of to do,
verbing verb is quite absurd though possible, it's true. But how to
enhance the explanation of an action, for example if I'm acting,
who's to say it's great or lacking,
well that's an adverbs job to do.
And...
We can't forget the connective.
Designed for spoken word
May 2014 · 794
In Difference
Kvothe May 2014
I’m absorbed by my apathy,

like pineapple in jelly,

it’s hard for me to escape the grasp of this gelatinous path,

the further I traverse this sticky boardwalk of indifference,

the harder it becomes to see what the point is-

The way people live their lives,

there is no thrill in 9 to 5.

The reason seems to evade my sights,

past the golden horizon and towering heights.

I’ve resigned myself to this winding trail in the middle ground,

with no hatred to spare, nor love to be found,

maybe someday I’ll spot a stray oppinion,

and then I’ll know where to begin.
Constructive criticism is always welcome

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