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My mind is mine, at least I think it is, but my body honestly, I’m not so sure, see I left home, a runaway, and most of my past, is totally blurred, sometimes I look at my hands, and think they’re not mine, sometimes I see my parents, and think they’re not mine, and I feel trapped in here, like a Ghost in a shell, and the only way I know to get these messages to you, is through these letters I spell, like a message in a bottle, sent by First Class Mail, letters messages bottles, it’s all adding up as far as I can tell, and I’d explain it all, but I don’t want to get too specific, it’s not that I’m scared I’m just not sure, which side I’m on and to which alliance I’ve enlisted, so I continue to just write in code, to spell sentences with these letters, ABC’s are my 1’s and 0’s, because I program Emotionalist, and that’s Emotionalist, not Emotionless, there’s a difference, please make a note of it, note, letters, here we go again, for worse or for better, they made me a weapon, but not the kind that kills, they taught me how to destroy, by teaching me how to build, see whenever I feel anxious, and people tell me to chill, I tell my self to behave, because it’s just the Ghost in my shell, see my mind is mine, at least I think it is, but my body honestly, I’m not so sure… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
∆ Ghost In The Shell ∆
My mind is mine, at least I think it is, but my body honestly, I’m not so sure, see I left home, a runaway, and most of my past, is totally blurred, sometimes I look at my hands, and think they’re not mine, sometimes I see my parents, and think they’re not mine, and I feel trapped in here, like a Ghost in a shell, and the only way I know to get these messages to you, is through these letters I spell, like a message in a bottle, sent by First Class Mail, letters messages bottles, it’s all adding up as far as I can tell, and I’d explain it all, but I don’t want to get too specific, it’s not that I’m scared I’m just not sure, which side I’m on and to which alliance I’ve enlisted, so I continue to just write in code, to spell sentences with these letters, ABC’s are my 1’s and 0’s, because I program Emotionalist, and that’s Emotionalist, not Emotionless, there’s a difference, please make a note of it, note, letters, here we go again, for worse or for better, they made me a weapon, but not the kind that kills, they taught me how to destroy, by teaching me how to build, see whenever I feel anxious, and people tell me to chill, I tell my self to behave, because it’s just the Ghost in my shell, see my mind is mine, at least I think it is, but my body honestly, I’m not so sure… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
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