The world is fake.
An empty play dough
world where all our
heads are in clouds
of derealization.
We’ve lost our touch
with reality
running razors across
our bellies.
Our mind a shaking
bath tub full of
water and bubbles.
Tap it.
Ripple. Splash it.
Wave.
Shake in it.
You’re gone
in the tsunami
Of bubbles over the
side.
You disrupted the peace.
Now you’re cold among
all the popping bubbles.
You made the world a
trembling earthquake of
pain. And it will not
have your ********
You are books left
alone on the library
tables. Scattered.
Disorganized. You are
a mess. You are frowned
upon. Nobody’s going to
pick you up. Well not
until someone who under
stands the code on your
spinal cord and
can handle you like a
problem, when you want
to be opened. And your
pages caressed and your
tears and rips cried over like
they should be. Have someone
finger your creased pages
as they read the heart breaking
parts.
But they put you back
in your a slot. Where
you “belong.”
And you sit there
silently screaming “learn me"
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
The world is fake.
An empty play dough
world where all our
heads are in clouds
of derealization.
We’ve lost our touch
with reality
running razors across
our bellies.
Our mind a shaking
bath tub full of
water and bubbles.
Tap it.
Ripple. Splash it.
Wave.
Shake in it.
You’re gone
in the tsunami
Of bubbles over the
side.
You disrupted the peace.
Now you’re cold among
all the popping bubbles.
You made the world a
trembling earthquake of
pain. And it will not
have your ********
You are books left
alone on the library
tables. Scattered.
Disorganized. You are
a mess. You are frowned
upon. Nobody’s going to
pick you up. Well not
until someone who under
stands the code on your
spinal cord and
can handle you like a
problem, when you want
to be opened. And your
pages caressed and your
tears and rips cried over like
they should be. Have someone
finger your creased pages
as they read the heart breaking
parts.
But they put you back
in your a slot. Where
you “belong.”
And you sit there
silently screaming “learn me"
I had a mental break. And this poem happened?
