If society was a person
it would be a girl with
perfect hair.
If society was a person
it would be a burden too heavy to bear.

I society was a person,
it would have rotten insides.
If society was a person,
it would be a Rottweiler
or a runaway bride.

If society was a person,
it would be a student
and ideas it would seek.
If society was a person,
it would be as sharp as a mountains peak.

If society was a person,
it would smell like sweatshirts and gigs.
If society was a person,
it would hide behind colourful wigs.

If society was a person,
consider it suicidal.
If society was a person,
its acts would all be genocidal.

Society is a thing,
heinous but misunderstood,
Society is ruined,
like the embers of burnt wood.

We broke it
Not bothered to fix it
Want to know it
Want to change it
Go and understand it
Change it
Break it
Make it
But I’m just a writer,
What should I know about it?

This ideation
with any prevention
or without
any encouragement
will still be an ideation.

The proposition
to vanish
and disperse
the entire town
within this state
is nothing more
of an eternal insult
to the intelligence
of any insurgency.

The resolution
to establish
and entertain
an institution
is nothing more
like an immolation
committed by those
who are severely loyal
on the day of a funeral rite.

The confession
of his excitement
towards his own
destruction and
epidemic distortion
is nothing more
like a random fly
dancing gleefully
to its own death.

This ideation
with any prevention
or without
any encouragement
will still be an ideation.

24.5.2014

I have an idea of Myself.

And how often, in the unregistered intervals of time,

When thoughts of world avoided me

with as much  fervor as I avoid this world.

I think of what I am,

I realize that of all the people I have deceived,

the one I fooled with perfection was myself.

When I see what I do not want to,

my mind desperately grabs onto a stray thought,

to distract me from understanding

Of what I am about to realize.



But I know this game too well

and this is not a secret that I have uncovered

for the first time in life.

It is what I half-remember in all my waking hours

and all that I know of in my sleep.


I know this lie, I have been telling myself.

But today is not the day,

to shatter my Idea of Me

with one cruel realization.



The day, when it comes,

shall be the last I breathe as me.

For I cherish this Idea

more than myself.

Leave me
basking in the chaos
of my unstable mind
drunk on my fantastical thoughts
high on my imagination
and slowly tripping
into feelings
I know I can
pin down
to reality
with the tip of my
pencil

You I think of,
In every shape, form, wish.....

There it is - Your shadow is attached to the wall
And as I peel back, I could not find you,
The consequence of my bleeding nails...

I scratched, and clawed for you, only to see my own reflection
Of my mind.

All thoughts are individual. It is impossible to take the energy and apparatus to which that energy is transferred through to develop a thought. Therefore no knowledge is taken, all is perceived to wit a schematic and the apparatus developed by our brains to develop the thought. The thought is then subjected to the body and undergoes scrutiny to provide a relevance, priority and application. Therefore it would be safe to assume that all knowledge is neither subjective nor objective but an entirely new word that could exemplify itself as "Understood as developed by ones own." Where I got this schematic for this idea was in counterance to the percieved robbing of thoughts and ideas from books and ideas. Would it be proper to call it the same thought? No. Would it be proper to call it a reaction? Only in the most mechanical of senses that is cause following effect.
This idea would be to liken to a computer having a file copied from one machine to another, while the content remains the same in its physical interpretation on the screen would completely change. As if being opened by two seperate programs. And we are not talking about the files being the same when we talk about ideas, ideas are consequences of what is perceived therefore consequences of the that is copied. Ideas are the effect and in their way, an individual interpretation by how the schematic of an idea is followed by what is transferred.
This idea in itself makes up for the massive hurdle that is misunderstanding between two people, each hearing fundamentally the same things while producing two differing ideas. In summation, an idea is a scrutinized original built on the schematic of that which is perceived and is each independent of a person and their surroundings.

You said that you loved me,
but you don't though.
I believed your lips
because they said so
Wearing out my heart
likes its a logo
fooled my once, then twice
that was a low blow
even though I'm angry
I still got your photo
you look so good, I just want mo
Ever since you left me
I've fallen for you even more so
I miss the moments that we shared, every morsel.
but judging by your replies
and the look in your eyes
the love is gone;
and you've moved on.
and its not just mental...
you keep trying to hide it
both I already know...