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I'm in the habit of thinking bad and feeling sad and wishing I had all these things owned by the likes of kings years marked by tree rings I'm in the habit of being lazy no sleep I feel hazy can't control my emotions-I'm going crazy breaking smashing going insane because I'm angry in the brain obsessed with the idea of fame I'm in the habit of eating junk trying to stay calm as a monk Hiding knives in a trunk because childhood nightmares keep sending these flares to open a door nobody dares I'm in the habit of being jealous thinking I'm Wiccan worshipping tellus but I haven't the energy to be zealous straight jacket maybe rabid what's that racket I'm in the habit of forming habits and ticks and quirks wishing I could leave the stratus busy wondering if I should but it does me no good picking up fragments should I sew or stitch confused from the start outcast built of wood like a witch these habits set fire to my wooden heart
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
Habit.
I'm in the habit of thinking bad and feeling sad and wishing I had all these things owned by the likes of kings years marked by tree rings I'm in the habit of being lazy no sleep I feel hazy can't control my emotions-I'm going crazy breaking smashing going insane because I'm angry in the brain obsessed with the idea of fame I'm in the habit of eating junk trying to stay calm as a monk Hiding knives in a trunk because childhood nightmares keep sending these flares to open a door nobody dares I'm in the habit of being jealous thinking I'm Wiccan worshipping tellus but I haven't the energy to be zealous straight jacket maybe rabid what's that racket I'm in the habit of forming habits and ticks and quirks wishing I could leave the stratus busy wondering if I should but it does me no good picking up fragments should I sew or stitch confused from the start outcast built of wood like a witch these habits set fire to my wooden heart
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
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