~Be You, Don't Change For No One~
Smoking butterflies
Lilted with jade poison
Swirling into my jeweled lungs
I smile; high on madness
..
No one can defeat me now
The drug monster
Pulsing thru my veins
I feel I can rule this land
..
Though in reality
There is no such thing
..
Metaphors spill from my lips . . .
. . . my blood
..
Eyelids fluttering
Like the wings of a dove
Everything is blurry
White walls; nothing
..
I scream
Confused
Shattered
Lost
..
In pain; lungs bursting
Mind racing
Heart beat beating---
..
I'm slowly dying
My paper body
Inflamed
Essence of butterflies
..
Floating around me
The ones I smoked
The ones I inhaled
They are killing me; whispered I
..
Though I am nothing but a page
Filled with Inkblots
Smudged . . .
My pen comes to save me; yet again
..
It rewrites me
Stitching new stories
Over my old scars
Creating a new me
..
Ink kisses my lips
Her chemicals seeping into my papery skin
Bleeding into me
I'm becoming a scroll
..
Decorated with so many rules
..
As I sigh
My pen stabs into me
Becoming me
I then scream ashes; everything fades black
..
Awakening . . .
I've become a notebook
Staring up at myself
I watch my own face
..
Intense
Dreamy
Thoughtful
. . . Disturbed
..
Pen in my hand
I open myself
Taking the pen
The one, which stabbed me
..
Ink bleeds
Onto my pages
I feel my pain,
My obsessions, my happiness . . .
..
I watch as the spirit of writing
Leaves my body
Folding itself between my pages
Like a bookmark
..
The pen falls from my hand
Landing on me
I watch mystified
As the pen whispers
..
"No one can defeat you now
This is your land,
Your rules, your soul
Welcome to the notebook life'
..
"You wanted something better
So I remade you"
..
-B-but this is not what I want-
I plead; trying to cry
But notebooks don't cry
Only the ink can cry for me; the ink from my pen
..
The pen chuckled
"Then my friend . . .
Be careful what you wish for
You didn't want to be human"
..
"So I made you
Into something better
You are useful now
You are popular"
..
I tried to scream
But I saw myself get up, snatching the smiling pen
I closed myself
Only to be open again when needed . . .
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
~Be You, Don't Change For No One~
Smoking butterflies
Lilted with jade poison
Swirling into my jeweled lungs
I smile; high on madness
..
No one can defeat me now
The drug monster
Pulsing thru my veins
I feel I can rule this land
..
Though in reality
There is no such thing
..
Metaphors spill from my lips . . .
. . . my blood
..
Eyelids fluttering
Like the wings of a dove
Everything is blurry
White walls; nothing
..
I scream
Confused
Shattered
Lost
..
In pain; lungs bursting
Mind racing
Heart beat beating---
..
I'm slowly dying
My paper body
Inflamed
Essence of butterflies
..
Floating around me
The ones I smoked
The ones I inhaled
They are killing me; whispered I
..
Though I am nothing but a page
Filled with Inkblots
Smudged . . .
My pen comes to save me; yet again
..
It rewrites me
Stitching new stories
Over my old scars
Creating a new me
..
Ink kisses my lips
Her chemicals seeping into my papery skin
Bleeding into me
I'm becoming a scroll
..
Decorated with so many rules
..
As I sigh
My pen stabs into me
Becoming me
I then scream ashes; everything fades black
..
Awakening . . .
I've become a notebook
Staring up at myself
I watch my own face
..
Intense
Dreamy
Thoughtful
. . . Disturbed
..
Pen in my hand
I open myself
Taking the pen
The one, which stabbed me
..
Ink bleeds
Onto my pages
I feel my pain,
My obsessions, my happiness . . .
..
I watch as the spirit of writing
Leaves my body
Folding itself between my pages
Like a bookmark
..
The pen falls from my hand
Landing on me
I watch mystified
As the pen whispers
..
"No one can defeat you now
This is your land,
Your rules, your soul
Welcome to the notebook life'
..
"You wanted something better
So I remade you"
..
-B-but this is not what I want-
I plead; trying to cry
But notebooks don't cry
Only the ink can cry for me; the ink from my pen
..
The pen chuckled
"Then my friend . . .
Be careful what you wish for
You didn't want to be human"
..
"So I made you
Into something better
You are useful now
You are popular"
..
I tried to scream
But I saw myself get up, snatching the smiling pen
I closed myself
Only to be open again when needed . . .
-Be You- Don't change for anyone only for yourself- [The poem is a bit strange but its about not changing for anyone, just be you, because you are beautiful, Sometimes I don't like who I am but I have to remind myself that I'm different . . . you get the idea]
