I'm a vine
entwined
with a mind
one of a kind.
I engulf those around me,
complexity compounding.
A black hole with no future,
they just keep falling,
calling,
"Britney, I love you
isn't that enough?"
"It is,
but I don't want kids,
I'm not ready to marry,
I won't be carried,
but those are just excuses.
I care,
I do,
but love,
not you.
Harsh reality
with common legality.
I'm sorry you fell,
the beginning of your hell,
and although there is another side,
for awhile,
you're mine.

Fleeing--Speeding Into The Impending Night,
Fleeing--Running Away From All That I Fight,
The Moon And Faint City Lights Lead A Small Trail,
My Heart Facing The Inevatable--Please Do Not Fail,
My Blood Heating,
Rushing,
Expanding In My Veins,
This Rehab Is Better Then Sitting By The Window Pane,
Tears Drying,
Intellect Dying,
My Heart Beating Steady,
And My Lungs Keep Trying,
Teeth Clench,
Human Hatred An Unbarable Stench,
Running Through The Darkness,
Running Freely In The Trees,
I'm Agile,
Fragile,
Though Strong As Stone,
In My Heart I'll Never Be Truly Alone,
As I'm Running,
It's Stunning,
How I Havent Stopped,
Usually I Would've Already Dropped,
Running--Green Irises Peel Back,
Running--A Human Heart Having An Attack,
Sprinting--Tear Filmed Eyes Glistening,
Sprinting--Those Same Eyes Squinting,
Retreating--Don't Try To Hold Me I'm Too Far Gone,
Retreating--My Wounds Have Begun Bleeding,
So Tonight,
Say Goodbye For The Evening

Perfection
The subjection of one’s interjections
Based on the world
The world of today
Can you change what you think
What others have to say

Were interconnected but not in connection
With a convection of perfection that inhibits rejection
Or constant correction of certain parts or sections
That people fail to mention for their own protection
Believing a misconception to gain desired affection
Wasting their discretion for a false obsession
Thoughts of concession and encouraging suppression
This is just one dissection of perfection
It is but one path, one direction
But this should lead to many other questions

What about succession from the term perfection?
Is it needed to drive people to higher ascension?
Maybe one day society can undergo a social resurrection
Where creed, religion, race, freedom are not held in contention
No more crimes, no need for detention
Everyone is happy, no more thoughts of depression
Everyone can be comfortable with their own reflection

Hopefully this dissection can leave a lasting impression
And drive home the need for a universal intervention
To stop and think what it means strive for perfection
For you may have it wrong upon further inspection

The form in which we live our lives

Breeds in the midst of demon hives.

For dogs do bark in senseless fright

At shadows lurking in the night,

And souls shiver at that unseen;

Cathartic reasons not to dream.

Voices whisper ideas, faux truths,

That knowledge has no valid use.

And when we hear, we do obey

The voice that blocks the light of day.

Lamplight dances against cave walls

And childlike wonder slowly falls.

Pavlov shakes his head in sadness,

For we, indeed, are his madness.

And Plato weeps within his cage

For all his truths leave him in rage.

Is all that we can ever see

Vague words that tell us not to be?

It is amazing
How you never can really
Tell the simple truth