#igpoet
She'll always be mine, in my mind, she was just too kind, she didn't see I was blind, she didn't hear me in rewind, gripping the gears we grind. Slipping through the best time of my life.
My heart's shredded like weak lettuce, no function ****** relapsing sex-addict. Choice is asymptomatic my anticlimactic, sexless ****** maggot.
She found out, I was ground out, last boxing bout. Hot flame snuffed out, no more volcano spout, just get the **** our , you're off this route.
This is my dream now, gotta get back somehow. I gotta get a rolls Royce, then she'll feel my voice. No need to waste no more words, she only wants a new purse, she gonna jet or else.
Sorry story has yet to unfold, I'm bearing my soul so don't betray my song. Ice any intuition, your heart will always win. This body is prepossessed, we are slaves to libido's blessing.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
I'm just an average guy...
I've got normal problems and a normal life
I've also got a voice inside
silently speaking - sounds of my mind
I wonder, does it have a mind of its own?
Always flooding like a river formed by a hurricane,
if my head gets too cloudy,
there'll be a high chance of rain and scattered brainstorms
It might short-fuse my hippocampus
unable to remember how to see;
a blacked-out occipital lobe
I still don't see how the backs of our brains allow us to see
through the front our faces and out of our eyes,
where most of the water falls
despite the brain's overflowing, muddy river,
or the temporary lack of sight,
I still have a voice.
And with it, I will share all of the stories stored within this blackbox,
and only this light can find them and shine on them.
My voice, a wave riding my mind's ocean's surface
This voice, this wave, this sound,
a complicatedly, clear conscious,
called into focus...
[a sound of (my) mind]
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC