#psuedo
Am I accepted here throughout
The poetry world?
Though I am a liar
(But you all know my pain)
And a sociopath,
I still love the make beieve world,
Like dreaming I was naked
In an NFL stadium
And had to run across the field
To a door that kept on disappearing
And reappearing on the other
Side of the field.
I know myself better than my
Psychiatrist does,
But the truth of the lie is
I love the words more than myself,
And the mass darkness I live in
Is filled with a universe of
Make believe.
So I write the Galactic Sea
And yes I am a crazy person,
So I defiled my name and the dream
Became reality.
I believe in my words
And I am hungry for these truthful
Poets who sieze poetry
At its throat and follow
Their scripted verses.
(I hear repetition has much to do with insanity)
Sure I am hungry for love
But Im in a relationship with sedatives,
The sadness of these poet saints
In a mammoth sized disproportionate
Reality,
Ive read my psychanalysis
And it turns out Im a poet with dreams
Who knows the difference
Between a star and a lightbulb.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Burning passion to boiling temper.
Raging fire to glowing ember.
More is less and less is plenty.
I'll have none and you'll take any.
Plumes of smoke, the fire dies.
Do not look at me with your lying eyes.
A thieving soul in lovers guise.
Petty heart and cruel intentions.
You'll receive pennance when it's given.
Until then leave me be.
Forever, an eternity.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC