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Jared Eli May 2015
Take a dive into the deep end of my mind
You'll find that there's not a lot that I don't drag behind
You see my skull is smeared with thoughts like a finger-painted wall
Like a ****** scab that clots when they miss you and you fall
And there's not a lot remembered, but there's everything I think
It's like stink I can't get rid of, a drink I know I shouldn't
But the bottle's empty and I start to drive
Not sure if I plan to make it out alive and it's five o'clock in the morning
But it might as well be one, for behind my eyes are flashes of all the **** I've done
And regrets pile on regrets until my office desk is filled
And the mind that fills the inbox is the one that should be killed
Or remedied or altered or driven from the skull
So the finger-painted walls can be shut down from show-and-tell
But no matter what I'm thinking, there's worse that's yet to come
For the brain is far from brilliant, the brain is just a dumb
******* ***** and with off switch in my hand
I pull the trigger, click the lights, and depart the living land
Jared Eli May 2015
So the sun hides, and you think nothing of it
The stars lose their luster, the moon fades to black
And you stand there alone, in your thoughts in the rain
Thinking how long 'til darkness takes root in your brain
But behold! There is Hope. . . floating by with another
And Patience rides past, and there in your mind
A question is born, and escapes from your mouth:
"What has been done to make all go south?"
Yet rain does not answer, nervous sun hidden
Moon and the stars pretend they're unbidden
So you remain, in the rain without answer
Learning to live as though bereft of love
Cold from the feeling and the darkness above
"Hold on," says the cat "hold on," he repeats
You make a fine pair: Helpless and Ignorant
Jared Eli Apr 2015
You may marvel at my mind
The growing neurotic neural network
Fraught with contradicting folds
Making it more of a maze than a viable brain
And it's taken me this long to realize:
My fragility is not a phase
Because the eggshell cracks do not erase themselves
When the sun comes back around
And I may tell you I am Atlas
But at best, I am the collection of books that stole his name
All I can offer you is the guarantee that I will fall again
And when I say I will fall, I mean out of sanity
I will lose it all at the snap of a finger because the real me
Is three seconds away from a mental break
Two points away from failing
One is the loneliest number and one second was what I needed
A voice to split the darkness and weave it into a rescue rope
So I can belay off this high rise instead of jumping
Because I didn't bring a parachute
No matter how many times I tell you I did
I would rather leap with this knapsack
Than ask for help
Because where I came from, asking for help was admitting your stupidity
Where I came from, asking for help was a whimper escaping your body after you had nearly died
Where I came from, help came at the cost of dignity and self-worth
It's selfish to say that because I know you
You were the one-second sound saving me from certain doom
And the more you know, the more you care
I bury you in my sorrow because I am selfish
Try as I might to hold everything in, I can't
Your mouth says "Tell me"
But your eyes don't want to hurt anymore
And I am Rex Dolor, knocking on your window
Praying you'll be strong enough not to open
Because I was not strong enough not to knock
Jared Eli Mar 2015
I say “Which wrist?”
Her hands twitch as she reaches down
Pulls up the sleeve with such strength to reveal
The places she tried to carve herself anew
Like a bowsprit to guide her ship
I say “It’s like Van Gogh
Because Michelangelo didn’t deal
With those hues of red
And I know you feel like a Picasso painting
But you are a never-before-displayed original
Valued priceless because the world knows
You are incomparable”
Jared Eli Feb 2015
Every night, I ask Orion:
Watch over and protect her
Jared Eli Feb 2015
I think one of my favourite things
Is being a shoulder pillow for someone
I know my shoulders are hard
And probably uncomfortable
So when someone uses them for a pillow
I try to stay still as possible
So as not to make the experience any worse
And I just enjoy it a lot
Jared Eli Feb 2015
Diaz
Diaz was from Portugal, his first Bartholomew
In 1487, rounded Good Hope, bid adieu
For going on to India was for Da Gama's crew
King Manuel sent 13 ships with Diaz and Cabral
And April 22, 1500 claimed Brazil
Half the fleet, when on return, in Jones' locker laid
But the six remaining, spice-filled ships for the voyage paid

Da Gama**
Da Gama, he was Portuguese
For Indian Ocean trade
He sailed four ships, if you please
With Indian guidance for aid

1497 is when Vasco hit the sea
And sailing 'round the Cape of Good Hope, quickly found that he
Would require some assistance from a local native guide
Together crossing Arab sea and in Calicut ending ride
But though Da Gama and the Indians didn't hit it off
He still returned to Lisbon toting spices and their cloth
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