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Wack Tastic Nov 2012
Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious. Serious.
Nothing funny about that,
I kid and I joke all day long,
To hide the folly I feel
In just being around.
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
Could the world stand on its head?
I’d pay to see it,
I’d join in and stand on mine.
Belly up and trying to haul,
My sis to the asylum.

Begging your pardon,
Justice with a leash,
I had my time to think,
And wallow in the dish

Take it away bring me back,
I want to see if I can stand up again,
She was there to lift me up
Then push me down through the ceiling.

Cascade and twitch
I can feel the itch
Pain helps you know you’re alive,
Love makes you crazy
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
This doesn't mean anything,
But really think about it.
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
As soon as I don’t know why I bother,
I go to a new page,
Will it be this one?
The one that lets me go to sleep,
Got a big day tomorrow.

I’ll be a lump and no one will talk to me,
And I’ll want to jump and no one will talk to me,
And I’ll save myself,
Through some meaningless medium

I used to like the world I woke up into,
It was a bright new day,
Now it seems like the world could end,
And I’m fine with that.

False and stupid
False and stupid
False and stupid
False ansd sutops
Faosle and stupsid

I’m not fit to be at the top of the food chain,
And neither is anyone else,
With our terrific sense of morality,
Utter false grace of immortality,
And our dedication to inhumanity,
Why not?

We weren't even close,
And neither was I.
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
Why do I do this?
Where is the reason?
Could it really be that simple?
That I just forgot?

Wednesday is coming too fast,
Without human contact,
Even though the world reflects through my window,
The window.

But do you know what I see,
When I look out the window?

I see the lowest form of reality,
Sickening and sloshing,
Mixing together,
Both saint and devil,
Friend and ******,
Lover and pure lust for violence,
All susceptible to the same
Temptation each offers

It all seems so fake,
So unbelievably unoriginal,
Horrific considering it’s happened before,
Yet truth dies on the vine,
And what’s left is the wine.
*A cousin to "Why do I do this?"*
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
I've been neutered,
Drill a hole in my head,
To relieve some of this,
This place,
Where I've lost it,
Everything that once made sense,
Totally disarray,
Isolation,
Meaningless prose to try and,
Alleviate

O sweet, depressed loneliness,
How you mock,
On the verge of tears,
Pumper keeps pumping,
Make sense please!
I beg you to help me.

Lonesome, sinking,
I try to think of something else,
But I just get turned around,
O the hatred I feel,
The burning hole where,
Desire was,
Where,
False happiness was,
I pine for it now,
Ignorant Bliss.

Take me away from all this,
In the impossible way,
Tell me everything’s going to be okay,
When the world comes unraveled,
Striking  keys in shabby manner,
Looking for that temporary relief,
That wasn't found.
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
No!
Now shut the door behind you,
There’s only one regret I have,
And that’s not having you,
One last time,
You sure are beautiful

But then I’d be focused on the outer cast,
Instead of making love to the inner frequency,
I would regress to the outer self,
Because I no longer love the inner you.

I ended it the way I want,
I’m truly self-aware and happy,
Truly,
Just a little dumbfounded that it took so long,
My chest heaves easier knowing that I have moved on.

I knew I found it with you and I know when I will find it again,
When the outer shell is decorated so keenly, so lavish, begging,
That I’ll try to find out about the inner you,
I’ll be more aware of what I need next time.

In any given relationship there are two people,
Before anything, these two are on as polar opposites as possible,
One knows only one truth, “I am Me”
And Two knows the same exact truth,
But they are so drastically different that it would take an eternity to sort it out,
And no one has that kind of time.
These two truths represent the beginning chain of Order and Chaos
It is needed in everything, just in balance
As One and Two meet,
Certain traits and offensives come out of the woodwork,
This represents the Chaos,
It will grow unless taken care of,
These are the little fires that can be extinguished,
Then the Chaos of the Big Fire
Climb and grow and soon,
They start to be indistinguishable and blend
Into the One Order (Love, Unity, Harmony, yadda yadda yadda.)
It’s where time is impregnated by you and another entity.
This was a memo of the infamous night that resonates into the harsher "Untitled" poems.

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