intoxicated off my imagination
my intellect toward diction
my ability to turn reality to fiction
figuratively it's unrealistic
it just falls in my head
without a thought of preparation
the first word that comes to mind
is a word that I ultimately can't define
but it fits
like a missing puzzle piece
the definition paints the picture
the word is exactly what I was looking for
and I didn't even know it
it fell onto my paper from the everlasting skies of my mind
I'm high of my own literacy
and drunk off the feeling of completion
I've grown to love what it does to people
the way it makes you feel and think
the way I make you stare lost at a screen of hundreds of words and poor grammar
I'll make you ask yourself
"where does he come up with this ****"
you'll be amazed by the depth in the abyss of my diction
you'll be amazed by the Himalayas peak in my imagination
I cause cognitive discomfort
and mental discretion
I hope you pull your hair and bite your lip
cause you'll love me more afterward
until you realize
there's a small selected group
chosen to read my words
sometimes one, sometimes five, sometimes none?
you'll never know
why would I tell you?
the hesitation to know compels you
you'd torture yourself to know
if you're the only one
passed the point of mental erosion
I'll enforce a frontal lobe explosion
each word is it's own explosive
unique to you,
because you explode at a certain line, verse or word
which one is it
collapse at my feet
fall apart from the weakness of your knees
fail to be at ease
surrender your pathetic excuse for self control
to my literal poetic friction
until you witness the new human extinction