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Feb 2014
A light cannot express
My crooked brain
You see
Just because I am lost in the frequency
Doesn't mean I am not here
I am not insane
Just neurologically  damaged ....
Maybe that's a myth
Or a hope
Because people taken the time
To tell me why
In the reasons behind what I am
Here for so
Doing fear
Or doing sad,
I am confused
If it's an act
Or if it's science
You all seem to have your opinions
So please tell me,
Why it is
I am deficit
Repeating reappearing
Patterns
And words
Bite my lip
Only I rock back and forth
To the bended mind  
I possess
Because
I don't understand
Why can't I take that drug
Why can't I participate in the youth
I am seeing
In the beauty being experienced

Oh yeah because I am
Already that high on
Nothing
But remember
You intoxicated mind
You're already drunk
Off those 12 beers
And 5 shots
Since we are taught
Alcohol is okay
While drugs are distorted
And will end
In your demise  
And crazy people
Are just that
With no regard
For the human life
Raging a war
In their heart
You all seem to forget so well
Maybe my convulsions
Will accurately suppress
The superposition behind
These ticks
And the light, oh the light
Will finally end
In my rumors
Dallas jozwick
Written by
Dallas jozwick  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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