I thought that you loving me would be automatic,
but when I read your label,
I realized it said batteries not included.
My batteries has gone off
not charging anymore
most of the power lost.
I'm just staying in silent mode
few percent more
and then I'll be gone.
i'm constantly stuck between
bones and blood and amphetamines
i keep thinking that
i can have it all if i just find the right scene
and i can see toxic thoughts like toxic waste
contaminating the oceans of my mind
a bitter aftertaste, a better nursery rhyme
the glowing eyes of my demons
reflecting off the blade of a knife
and the half smiling rings on the coffee table
are the only things keeping me
company at night
i never thought i'd ever describe pain as
"almost warm in the right light"
i'm stuck here, falling apart
a glass object breaking in slow motion
becoming bones before tomorrow starts
fissures turn to fractures, an explosion
kids these days call that abstract art
who i am hates who i used to be,
and who i was always wanted to be
a human typewriter who knows
how everyone's stories begin and end
a tree limb that never breaks, only bends
the back end of a horse
a street with a dead-end
a best friend a godsend
wind me up and watch me pretend
turning circles and spitting up my
heart on my bedroom floor.
"this is as good as it gets, my friend."
I get to look at self, through messages you conveyed
A higher meaning that resonates with each song played
So I would like to take this opportunity to give thanks
Before I walk the plank to take another dip in this think tank
When I was just a little me I noticed those around living unhappily.
It was something I knew I never wanted to be
But now I sit, blindsided by my misery
Drearily demeaning, cigarette breathing
Heating up the glass til it cracks
With no admittance, cuz that requires taking off the mask.
Haphazardly grappling, maybe it's better to be bashing the image
Livin with a grimace, wondering how long until this timeline is finished.
Dinner was delicious but I'm sick of eating the dead.
Makes you wonder how that haunted biology ***** with your head.
Quit my job, and now I rarely leave the house. Quiet as a mouse until ego decides to come around. No verbal notions but words bounce off my skull. How did I decide to let my light get this dull? The reservoir is full, but the pollutants keep it from being used.
Much like a body that's been abused and refuses to stand despite having the chance.
A delicate dance between what's real and what's not. You behavior can directly grow or shrink blood clots. Lost the plot in a Milwaukee pothole, only realized now I had forgotten. Healthy seeds were dropped
But I stopped taking care of self and grew some tainted crops. Just wanna talk to pops, and other like minds that will cry realizing their own props to the stage subconsciously set. Blessed to have made it to this point, but on the opposite side of the coin we're closer to death. Cousin of sleep cousin of sleep, haven't found any happiness even inside my dreams. Inaudible screams, beam into my brain. The house has been extra noisey lately that or I'm going insane. I fear not.
Forward into the unknown
We'll find home even if we go it alone.
So long as you remember you're more than your bones.
"Do you feel better now?"
I don't know
I was thinking....
Maybe humans are
More like our
Than we realize
We can die inside
All we want
And it's no big deal
No one really cares
As long as
We are physically alive
All we need
Is for someone
To replace our batteries
To race, color or age
I see upright monkeys
With honed, lunatic, pestilent
Around endless corners
and hosing down somberly-
Battery life sputter drains
that whip with sardonic torment-
Beat with blood-bathed smiles
Laughing to slow vertiginous rhythm
in captivating faces
Take, take, take-
To receive such
an empty promise
And I've lost interest
in this silent war
Currents © 2009, Casey Carter
We are quite like batteries,
Odd thing you see,
It needs energy needs some time to recharge,
It is so small yet so powerful,
A battery can make something work,
Just like how we want to run our world,
It has capabilities much like ours,
Comes in different sizes,
In different colours and packs,
Batteries have a positive and negative side,
Just like us,
Don't tell me I'm nuts?
Or am I just using everything in plain sight as a metaphor,
Putting everything on a pedestal?
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