I step out into the streets,
Ready to mimic the actions of those I’ve learnt from. I do not understand the gleeful tones and beats So I adapt another one’s joyful flow. But I wonder how far this fake peace Stretches across the land of our one and all. Am I mimicking the mask of another mime? I worry for the number who are stuck in a rhyme...
If the words are caught in your throat, reach out to audience instead of the fellow masks surrounding the curtains.
soft footsteps in my ears
a melodic pain, in my head her gaze at my back and her hand on my shoulders and so, death sits next to me, keeping me company and so, death weeps and laughs, it's driving me mad. her hazy cries and whimpers; they're tearing me apart she mimics my gait i'm losing my faith i'm starting to steep, i've never been so weak
Sometimes it’s easier to describe your feelings in a different language.
I can describe my feelings way better in English than in German. It just feels right. Some people describe their feelings in pictures or mimic. How do you describe your feelings?
What is your language of emotions?
I smile onto the darkness as it watches me
The dark that some would run or even flee I laugh as I mingle in my friend's presence He tells me a joke that others would dismiss as nonsense But in daylight I'm under my person feeling lonely She hugs she laughs with her friends smiling brightly I tried to smile as if I had lips I tried to sway as if I had hips I mimicked her as she waved but then I realized I'm not mimicking anything until I am with my old friend I am but a shadow with no face only black I am a shadow with no control under daylight I'm a wrack But With in my old friend, dark, I am free I could smile, laugh and scream as if I'm a banshee The only problem is that you can't and never will see #Psyco
I keep getting swept up
in someone else's fantasy Marriage, talents, interests that don't quite interest me Like a moth, beautiful on its own but cannot redesign its mimicry These new personas bombard and confuse, they simply need to leave I'm a puzzle missing pieces a map without a key A mimicry octopus fleeing from the scene I need distance from it all so I can go back to being me
a miser of my emotional states
a cling and an unweanable unwilling to partake in city I quake no single acquaintance and murmur no note upon any group i have made some pacts to recover into view so i might impress as a fellow being i have begun a series of self applied techniques that ought mimic and form an impression at you
When we mimic nature,
using our skills, It is in the nature of nature, To bloom every where it instill's.
Stellar mistreatment, meltdown; went down
Spectrum gushing, waving ocean Exploring deplorable nether regions galore Roots uprising, doubling be-headings It's profound! On the grounds of treason The sound of suffering The soul of season Shimmer and I, be one Till it gets to my guts Blurting, hurting needs the new one Replicating, replacing me dust to sun Now, whole life turned into pun Perfect one knows no one As I lay as a stardust, have none Cosmic wind blew and now begone
I feel alone
But not always The voices The sadistic, vile voices. They keep me company. Like any child raised in a church You begin to get used to talking how they do. Copying their words Mimicking their actions Wearing what they wear. No, my voices don’t sing hymns. They don’t wear Sunday’s best. They don’t plaster on a friendly smile. But they also don’t compare me to the other girls. I think.. They don’t talk about me behind my back. Or do they? No, No. They don’t flaunt my secrets. They wouldn’t.. Right? Church people are different then voices. Much different...
All them devils at you, shouting out boo!
Im responsible for that too now, who? Requesting the liar to spill the basket of truth Suppose ye have answers, what could you do? Alone in the darkness, picking what i threw Light you're not grasping, how stupid are you? The funny part is, I'm blinding you too Lots of people dragged, untouchable are few Asking why act like this, like you never knew Been doing this for ages, it's not that new Trying to get out? many couldn't do You're late now, the date is due The time's running, run now shoo! Save my kisses now, I'll miss you too Shuh! You came to me for a place in the crew Don't cry now, screaming 'I don't want you'