What do I like to do for fun?
Well for one, make groovy rhythms
Chillin' feelings so surrealing
Make my mind dissipate

The concrete floor gives way in time
Here is not where I base my rhyme.
The living spirit Free and True
Is the only thing I can give to you.

Keep em' guessing, keep unstressing
Watch the flow of life in jest
The seriousness I do detest
When life is mistaken for the manifest.

cat

Love is a joke,
                                            
                    Life told

But no one was laughing

I'm laughing.

I don't know. I really need to laugh. Maybe because of the overwhelming sadness? But then I started to sink, slowly, kneeling on the floor. My shoulders shake, from uncontrollably fast to the pace of my beating heart. My hair falls in front of my face, hiding its ashen appearance. I'm torn. Cliché moment, I know. Someone tried to move, maybe to comfort me. My mouth opens before I can stop it.

"Stop. Don't move."

They know me as the girl who's always happy, doesn't get affected by their rudeness, has a lot of patience, and always smiling. It's actually really easy to act happy all the time. But, the sad thing about it is that they will never ever take me seriously. They'll only approach me if they need something. I seriously regret having put a mask on, to hide my true self. My goal was to make the people around me happy. I'm a clown, I guess. Nobody takes a clown seriously. Me, a clown.. a very emotional, pistanthrophobic clown.

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I said I'm sorry,
Now please be okay.  
See tomorrow I'm going,
Talk to me, My Lady...

Being saying this for so long,
I don't know if you're doing It on purpose,
but it could be turned
Into a song.

Trying to be strong, but it's not helping,
I know I'm late, but clearly everyone,
Can relate.
The fact that I said I'll be there at 19h30,
But came around eight.
Is wrong.

My apology,
See I'm sorry.
Ethelrider Please forgive me,
I know it happened not once but twice.
But life is a gamble,
Depends on who's holding the Dice.

My Car had a flat tire,
So I had to stop.
After I looked for my keys everywhere,
Only to find out they are on my car,
But on top.

Bae, Please listen to my reasons,
I've got no excuses
It's summer but I'm freezing
This is one serious season.
communication will lead us to glory
I Love You, and simply I'm sorry :(

Well I'll tell you cats about an impossible feat
Why every single night I have to wrestle myself to sleep
It's because the ghosts of regret won't admit defeat,
When I get under the covers they wake up and bother me
Every mistake. Every pain. Non on the sunshine all the rain
Then there's the fact I'm on medication
Which silently causes the liver devastation
Oh, you didn't know this but I suffer from epilepsy.
So I have to consume pills on the daily
So there you have it, a rundown of why I can't sleep.
Although I should note I'm blessed to have a bed on which to lie my head and feet

My question started with Rives and Op Talk.
Only an idea at first, a spark,
convention that I can not help but mock
because spark rhymes with hark and bark and narc.

Write to make the bones of Shakespeare shiver
and this is awful but who is to say
that a young artist cannot deliver,
cannot produce a lyrical ballet?

It is not important. But it is special
because I cannot speak and speak and speak
and the world is not always so gentle
to warrant an outlook so very bleak.

Not all of the lines will always rhyme like
A sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet has to.