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Feb 2011
My mind is sometimes a dark,
twisted place to be.
With monsters that make the human race
look like the church-goers they pretend to be.
I find it easy to rhyme with my words.
I get along well with my adjectives and verbs.
But ask me to use my voice,
It won't be heard.
My mind is sharp and quick,
not my tongue.
My mouth fumbles all the words inside,
the words that fight,
to catch a glimpse of the daylight.
My voice just isn't cutout for my cranium.
I am not built out of Titanium.
Just blood cells and muscle tissues,
and within my head,
world wide issues.
Laugh if you want to,
but you all know it's true.
This countries blown its' nose on the other half of the hemisphere,
Including you and I.
Now all we get from them is oil and overworked sneers.
Bad business for even worse businessmen.
It must be the environment,
that is poisoning my tongue.
In this country my mind does not belong.
Let's make a move on the board,
take a risk.
No airports though,
they tend to frisk.
Just you and I,
and a couple of novels,
we'll be good.
It's you I want to float in this ocean with,
as the city's burning.
It was awhile ago that these children
stopped learning.
In this world,
we each had our moments.
Look what just fell,
the monuments.
So, put your hand in mine,
we can be what's right for each other.
Won't ever need another.
Let's make a trip around the axis,
in a brand new Lexus.
I'm not paying though,
gift of the previous world.
Guess my mind's not as twisted as I pretend it to be.
I am with you for one reason,
You always know what I am thinking.
So I don't have to speak it.
You're so understanding,
It's terrific.
You're my other half,
no doubt.
You are what it could all be about.
Now let's watch this Apocalypse together.
We will float  here forever at sea.
You are a reoccurring dream,
that I never want to leave.
There is  nothing to worry about.
Just you and I.
And this vast sea.
Written by
Gailyn Bybee
663
   rj
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