there is a simple mono toned beeping in my brain
and as its bleeping, i keep saying
these fireworks for stars are brighter than they ever are
and i'm only lost on this captivating island for so long
i gaze and to gaze, is a miracle itself yet not as miraculous as the planets risen high in the sky
and as deep as the resin in my pipe.
and the grass, so much greener
and the water in this puddle is much cleaner
although i've gazed for such a deliberate extended time
and how it flies
like fireflies or some annoying dragon fly.
all flies. do fly but how high could i take this dragon fly
until she loses oxygen and begins to forfeit her life?
am i this dragon fly? Do i really wanna to die?
Does anyone?
hold on
anyway, as i was saying
am i viewed as absent minded,
when dwelling within my mind
seems to me to be fine?
is it absolutely outrageous that i can't hear you when you speak?
or that i choose not to?
because when you speak, i think, and when i think i dream, on all of that which i percieve to be truthful and great
and stuff
but i'm just analyzing, and finalizing how i really feel about the situation.
and in that deep contemplation i am in a state, and as i am in my state of being late
you are awaiting a response. which you instantly say
"nevermind"
I hate the n and v in that word.
with their sharp edges and falsifying curves.
staring into space now until every color is one and every object a blur.
and then their is silence
and if you actually cared about the science of it all
you would know i only see what i want to see when i sleep
and so do you, but it's all the same to me.
i'll weave in and out of our conversation as i am
day dreaming of something blue, with warm heat rays
piercing into my very core.
it doesnt mean i'm bored, i just have an imagination,
what? oh...nothing i wasnt here for that anyway....
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
there is a simple mono toned beeping in my brain
and as its bleeping, i keep saying
these fireworks for stars are brighter than they ever are
and i'm only lost on this captivating island for so long
i gaze and to gaze, is a miracle itself yet not as miraculous as the planets risen high in the sky
and as deep as the resin in my pipe.
and the grass, so much greener
and the water in this puddle is much cleaner
although i've gazed for such a deliberate extended time
and how it flies
like fireflies or some annoying dragon fly.
all flies. do fly but how high could i take this dragon fly
until she loses oxygen and begins to forfeit her life?
am i this dragon fly? Do i really wanna to die?
Does anyone?
hold on
anyway, as i was saying
am i viewed as absent minded,
when dwelling within my mind
seems to me to be fine?
is it absolutely outrageous that i can't hear you when you speak?
or that i choose not to?
because when you speak, i think, and when i think i dream, on all of that which i percieve to be truthful and great
and stuff
but i'm just analyzing, and finalizing how i really feel about the situation.
and in that deep contemplation i am in a state, and as i am in my state of being late
you are awaiting a response. which you instantly say
"nevermind"
I hate the n and v in that word.
with their sharp edges and falsifying curves.
staring into space now until every color is one and every object a blur.
and then their is silence
and if you actually cared about the science of it all
you would know i only see what i want to see when i sleep
and so do you, but it's all the same to me.
i'll weave in and out of our conversation as i am
day dreaming of something blue, with warm heat rays
piercing into my very core.
it doesnt mean i'm bored, i just have an imagination,
what? oh...nothing i wasnt here for that anyway....
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