Drifted off into the space for I was adamant about my perception. People abhorred my placid nature for my impressions created a ripple effect in continuous motion. Stray thoughts I possessed something awoken yet under-acknowledged the unseen beauty vanished into the deepest oceans.
Received on February 14th, valentines day Not meant to be this way Just for my soul to train The cup she gave me my valued possession turned to the thing blocking progression I drink from it Filled with rage Wrists un-slid again, this stage Keep it to tease the beast inside me for if I throw it away I would be the same that I was the day I broke her and threw her away
And remembered I threw her away first and broke her first ******* hate myself for that
On the lake Sits a toad, An ugly thing Three years old With boils, large lumps, And a croak That challenges The voice Of an old woman Who smokes. Placidly he stares Off in space, And doesn't care What takes a glance And passes upon his lake. He is a simple thing, Three years old Admiring tranquility On a quiet lake.
Anxious, strained, agitated, placid, still, dispassionate Reference the DSM and of its many pages Ask ad infinitum, Will you heal schism? Lines of my shape in shade seem monstrous when I've been your part and whole well before your birth Not long ago you were pale, *****-white I breathed over your mother's neck I painted canvas with color