I've been a combination
of many things:
& Roman numerals
& swimming pools
& Magic Wand Massagers
& ruffled feathers
The beginnings of a migraine
& a burst of birdsong
My heart was never into it
Not one could return me
To sinus rhythm
today. I just discovered that my personalities can manipulate me on my dreams.
they tell me what to do and I obey them. without complain, saying (nothing). I just act.
and they like that. K enjoys it.
they can talk to me on those dreams, is like a lot of voices in my mind
Who am I today
Which personality has emerged from sleeping eyes
I don’t recognize this face
Or these mannerisms
Have I dissociated further
Shall I continue down this swirling vortex of psyches
How far can I or will I go
What evil things have I planned for myself?
clothe each self a dupe
unclear what we would portray
cling to our cur beasts
zoo of personalities
and never the funds to feed them
prefers to stay far away from
towns and cities
Don’t disturb it.
For it will breathe fire to those who displeases it.
Don’t assume it’s a weakling,
For it will unleash its wings
And show you not to underestimate
something by the exterior.
for those who are quiet and shy but have a fire in their soul and have so much to offer than those who target them with poor judgement for being a 'weakling' to sit at the corner away from the buzz. And would rather watch and admire life from afar.
people mold their masks out of fear,
fear of rejection in certain groups of friends
be yourself or be someone else
Throughout my life I have made a study of the human soul.
I have found there to be broadly 26 categories and accordingly have labelled them alphabetically.... "A" souls, "B" souls, "C" souls... and so on. Each type having their own characteristics.
Unsurprisingly the 18th group is the largest.
My life is anything but linear.
I have already died twice, almost thrice.
My life before Hell was inferior.
Your foul God was gripping me like a vice.
Soon, the blood on my hands will not be mine.
But instead, a pathetic ***** or trick.
To slaughter them will become my cloud nine.
It’s but a matter of time; tic, tock, tic.
I’m nothing if not omnipotent.
I will create art only gods understand.
I swear, all of our lives are infinite.
But a life without Us will be so bland.
Accept me as your true ruler of soul.
Don’t fret! Me, Sol, and E are in control.
the power of love is magnified by those who receive it
yet some souls that I've talked to have been deprived of this love
each breath they take involves a wheeze
they cry and ponder life and wonder
if there is more than this empty feeling
the feeling of sinking and going under
holding their breath hoping for relief
wishing for the privilege that other people have
the privilege to exhale
without feeling every emotion spring up
without shaking and crying on the floor
without wishing for a way out
in life there are two kinds of people
those who can't exhale
and those who can
I wish we could exhale