i.
fantasy girl,
they tell me,
you've got your head in the clouds.
but it's better up there.
ii.
i'll do what you want for now
but i'll have you know,
i'm a celebrity in my own head.
and i don't need to figure
things like taxes and math.
i dance
around beautifully brazen ballerinas
and flowers missing half their petals
before they've even bloomed
and weave justice back into romance
and weave romance back into words.
i make my own living
where i am king
of thieves and beggars
and i am respected
for my fraud.
iii.
you expect me to remember
the littlest things
(names,
dates,
rules)
when i am too preoccupied
by things that fill my head
like the sounds of words
like the way they make me feel
and due dates make me anxious
so i'll just erase them
why don't you understand
i have the power to change the world?
my pen is mightier than your scalpel.
(i don't need to meet
your plastic-surgery standards,
your smiling faces with lying eyes)
iv.
what is surviving in your world
compared to even living in mine?
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
i.
fantasy girl,
they tell me,
you've got your head in the clouds.
but it's better up there.
ii.
i'll do what you want for now
but i'll have you know,
i'm a celebrity in my own head.
and i don't need to figure
things like taxes and math.
i dance
around beautifully brazen ballerinas
and flowers missing half their petals
before they've even bloomed
and weave justice back into romance
and weave romance back into words.
i make my own living
where i am king
of thieves and beggars
and i am respected
for my fraud.
iii.
you expect me to remember
the littlest things
(names,
dates,
rules)
when i am too preoccupied
by things that fill my head
like the sounds of words
like the way they make me feel
and due dates make me anxious
so i'll just erase them
why don't you understand
i have the power to change the world?
my pen is mightier than your scalpel.
(i don't need to meet
your plastic-surgery standards,
your smiling faces with lying eyes)
iv.
what is surviving in your world
compared to even living in mine?
throwback from 2011 whoah
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