"clamity" poems
What is insanity?
Why is it constantly blamed on clamity?
I feel as if the word and it's definition is to blame,
That crazy is just a stereotype to make people think you have to be and see things a certain way,
To build boundaries around people's minds,
And anything outside of that is evidence of insane signs,
The misfortunate ones are those who change,
Who think the brainwashing media is right and they should mold into a certain way,
But I disagree, STRONGLY disagree
Because why be something you weren't meant to be,
It's a sad cycle that humanity will never seem to learn,
But from that I've come to a realization that id rather be the black sheep of the herd
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
He is a beautiful disaster
everyone wants to be a part of his mess
tan skin
jet black hair
a grin like measles
contagious but extremely dangerous
he might as well be wearing a red stop sign
and millions of hazard lights
one touch is all it takes
to be under his spell
munipulation at its finest
i did believe at one point
we could become a gorgeous clamity
the i began to realize more and more
he may not be like the rest of us
in the sense that he knows exactly what he wants
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
What is insanity?
Why is it constantly blamed on clamity?
I feel as if the word and it's definition is to blame,
That crazy is just a stereotype to make people think you have to be and see things a certain way,
To build boundaries around people's minds,
And anything outside of that is evidence of insane signs,
The misfortunate ones are those who change,
Who think the brainwashing media is right and they should mold into a certain way,
But I disagree, STRONGLY disagree
Because why be something you weren't meant to be,
It's a sad cycle that humanity will never seem to learn,
But from that I've come to a realization that id rather be the black sheep of the herd
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
Heart is the headmaster,
Seems like there is an on coming disaster.
Mind is an abuser,
Can't see what's in the future.
Soul is the professor
There's a problem and an answer.
Body is a tumb,
Something that's just used.
Clamity comes when you're sleeping in your bed,
Thinking about all the love that you give.
What you receive only passes in your dreams,
Don't think too much,
It's not always what it seems.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC