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I A body of white walls houses familiarity Somehow even familiarity distorted itself beneath raw cinder blocks doused white enough that I could see the eyes of the past the eyes of the future looking back at me, the eyes of the present Must journey behind the white walls into the familiar unknown For there is something there Beyond walls so very high They only crumble, only die For there is something there I must look now through the deep crevices deep through my mind For there is something there Do I find? I see people I see minds Beyond the white walls looking back at I Why oh why must I continue? looking forward only to look back again I am stuck, encased inside eternity Only looking back to find a way out a way out of me Me I have always been my own infinity Inside, a prisoner handcuffed to the white walls I am shackled here, alive kicking Death here in the eternal infinity Great intellects dead, killed by me I am my own infinity I must **** me I will be free no longer shackled I am my own infinity I am my own uncertainty I am my own familiarity It is me I am my own infinity The white walls close in on me, my own infinity I do not want to change myself I do not want to change me I change I die Death’s kiss might be sweet Death’s kiss may free me, finally Yet I cannot accept it I will not I just want to be me but I am everyone else and they are me my own infinity Everything, everything Beyond the white walls are nothing you see White walls everywhere White walls everything Encasing all of us It is here, it is here The white walls shackle us, shackle us to reality, society There is forever no infinity in me The familiarity tastes of death mistaken for reality society The burning truth The familiarity the distorted familiarity that is reality society We rely on each other So much we shoot each other We are not strong We are not smart We can be We can’t be If we break the shackles If we keep the shackles I am in pieces I am shattered like glass I cannot do this I cannot presume Death’s kiss seems sweeter than ever (forever lost in my own infinity) You see we build ourselves up so the white walls eat us up until we are part of the white walls until we are part of the unknown familiarity Can I break through? want to need to break through White walls oh, white walls I’ve been punching for so long I am tired, I am weary Resisting, rebelling Far too long White walls, White mazes Around my infinite familiarity I cannot make it out of myself So I walk, So I walk, This great maze of my soul Humorous, I call it a great maze I only walk in circles Forever in cycle I’ve felt the tears, Fallen onto the white walls Hard to tell if they are clear or just another drop of paint Mind loops back on itself, (always does) Losing it (finally insane) A mad man I am A new coat to adorn Darker darker darker Cracks, crevices the white walls emit abysmal black paint So-cold oil, (called paint) I will make darkness burn It stings, makes a statement deep within me Have you ever felt pain? Have you ever felt life? Walls I have forgotten what color infinity was Happiness, feels so white but burns so dark Have you ever felt dark? Dark feels me as I wander, wither In white darkness
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
White Walls I
I A body of white walls houses familiarity Somehow even familiarity distorted itself beneath raw cinder blocks doused white enough that I could see the eyes of the past the eyes of the future looking back at me, the eyes of the present Must journey behind the white walls into the familiar unknown For there is something there Beyond walls so very high They only crumble, only die For there is something there I must look now through the deep crevices deep through my mind For there is something there Do I find? I see people I see minds Beyond the white walls looking back at I Why oh why must I continue? looking forward only to look back again I am stuck, encased inside eternity Only looking back to find a way out a way out of me Me I have always been my own infinity Inside, a prisoner handcuffed to the white walls I am shackled here, alive kicking Death here in the eternal infinity Great intellects dead, killed by me I am my own infinity I must **** me I will be free no longer shackled I am my own infinity I am my own uncertainty I am my own familiarity It is me I am my own infinity The white walls close in on me, my own infinity I do not want to change myself I do not want to change me I change I die Death’s kiss might be sweet Death’s kiss may free me, finally Yet I cannot accept it I will not I just want to be me but I am everyone else and they are me my own infinity Everything, everything Beyond the white walls are nothing you see White walls everywhere White walls everything Encasing all of us It is here, it is here The white walls shackle us, shackle us to reality, society There is forever no infinity in me The familiarity tastes of death mistaken for reality society The burning truth The familiarity the distorted familiarity that is reality society We rely on each other So much we shoot each other We are not strong We are not smart We can be We can’t be If we break the shackles If we keep the shackles I am in pieces I am shattered like glass I cannot do this I cannot presume Death’s kiss seems sweeter than ever (forever lost in my own infinity) You see we build ourselves up so the white walls eat us up until we are part of the white walls until we are part of the unknown familiarity Can I break through? want to need to break through White walls oh, white walls I’ve been punching for so long I am tired, I am weary Resisting, rebelling Far too long White walls, White mazes Around my infinite familiarity I cannot make it out of myself So I walk, So I walk, This great maze of my soul Humorous, I call it a great maze I only walk in circles Forever in cycle I’ve felt the tears, Fallen onto the white walls Hard to tell if they are clear or just another drop of paint Mind loops back on itself, (always does) Losing it (finally insane) A mad man I am A new coat to adorn Darker darker darker Cracks, crevices the white walls emit abysmal black paint So-cold oil, (called paint) I will make darkness burn It stings, makes a statement deep within me Have you ever felt pain? Have you ever felt life? Walls I have forgotten what color infinity was Happiness, feels so white but burns so dark Have you ever felt dark? Dark feels me as I wander, wither In white darkness
Alright so If you have been following me for some time, you probably have seen me post drafts of this before. This is the ABSOLUTE FINAL DRAFT of the first section. The poem is incredibly, incredibly dense and nearly impossible to understand. But that is what is truly beautiful about the piece. Sometimes life is choppy, repetitive and abstract.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
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