"evaluating" poems
*
Look at my LOVE
Do not look at my looks
And please tell me
What is going on in YOU?
Are you still thinking?
May I tell you not to think
Are you still evaluating?
Can I ask you not to...
When it comes to LOVE
It is unfair for the clouds of LOVE
Not to rain on YOU
It is unfair for the breeze of LOVE
To not carry the fragrance of LOVE to YOU
It is unfair on the dew
Not to form on your grass
It is unfair for the bees
To not find your flower to **** honey
It is unfair for the birds
Not to find a BLUE sky
To soar wings in flight
It is unfair for the Lioness
To cajole the Lion to LOVE
It is unfair for water to be dammed
And not flow into your ocean of LOVE
It is unfair to my skin woolens
Not to cover you with LOVE warmth
It is unfair for my blood
Not to flow within your veins
It is as much unfair for my breathe
Not to be oxygen for your lungs
Is not the silence of your being
Narrating a tale of LOVE?
The looks in your eyes
That shines rays of LOVE
That brings sunshine to life
Shows your tender heart within
Which is so overflowing with LOVE
It is unfair to imprisoned your LOVE
I took a second to tell YOU
"I LOVE YOU very much"
Now please give me
A million life-times
To be with YOU
To prove to you
How much I LOVE YOU
It is unfair for life not to LOVE
It is unfair for me not to LOVE YOU
*
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
If I let my eyes glaze over just right, I get a nice film quality picture.
I hover out of my body- like a mad director, evaluating what we've got, I snip the film strips from my memory, franticaly re-piecing together the story.
I didn't get the shots I wanted.
I feel hollow and sick.
Playing and re-playing the scenes where it all went to the dregs.
Maybe if I were paying closer attention- I could have gotten it right.
I could've rearranged the shot list- so "major life accident" was at the end of the movie- not the beginning.
Sorting through what we're left with,
I hear no mellow music scoring my mothers choked sobs.
No soft glow to hide the harsh lines of grief described on her face.
The bottles of liquor weren't props.
And when the sound of silence rendered her breathless-
no one was there to yell "CUT"!
I grit my teeth and hold back my seething anger at such a **** writer.
This is not a sci-fi film.
No alien plummets to earth eager to turn back the sands of time because there was a fluke in the configubobulator.
Not a romantic comedy,
where his smashed body miraculously recovers and my mother, him, and all the kids pursue their dreams as a family of comics on the road- The jackson 5 of stand up!
No inspiring action film where the government tests a bionic exoskeleton, connects it to his brains nervous system, and after wild success he dedicates his life to intergalactic vigilante work, as well as a remaining a reliable family man.
There's no sending it back for re-writes.
There is no 1 hero to lean on.
No villain to hate.
Only us.
I hope one day, it's enough.
I hope one day we have a film we can be proud of.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
i live in a nothing realm. where i am temporarily frozen in a state of acceptance. yet not always approving or denying its
assistance
taking only what i see gets absorbed into the list of unimportant information that rarely gets put to use. never pondering if it will decay or stunt the growth of my
existence
i stood blank and emotionless. numb to the world around me. i was nonexistent in that parcel of a moment. for i am incapable of anything and everything that is unavailable to me in the now. only struggling
resistance
it was once brought to my vacant attention to follow through with all of the insignificant. but evaluating the differences in what is and is not can be exhausting. not enabling me to demonstrate
persistence
i can rarely display the emotions of what is appropriate for that particular time. even if the mandatory rotation of the earth was to choose to delay its turns for just a glimpse moment so that i can at a
distance
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
banana skin salad in
artificial lemonade
peacocks salivating
mushy rooms belly aching
Oreos are okie dokie
ocean breezes open up me
analyzing any eyes
evaluating coffee grinds
a manifesting apple in me
apple in the Snapple leaking
sticky salamander fingers
static on a broken speaker
attics over broken theaters
salmon eating taco teachers
teaching choco taco preachers
preaching at Chicago creatures
opal rings and oval things
are focusing on yodeling
a social need for opening
in total global offerings
and in a soup or telephonic
happiness in playing sonic
gently speaking thick Ebonics
sickly tonic
Let's be honest, boys
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
I find it interesting,
The way we mold ourselves to the given situation
Different faces means new spaces
to fill liquid in, intoxicate, and ultimately change them.
So we need our weapons clasped in our grip
catch a bad intention, make sure they're the ones who slip...
No! We've been doing this all wrong.
Keeping the walls up inhibits growth to be strong
Even if it takes, "far, too long."
Inevitably we exclaim pitches that reside in the same song.
The color-changing, tree-walkers are said to blend into their environment.
This is actually not true.
They change based on light intensity, temperature, and mood.
The personality-changing, free-walkers change based,
On the type of reaction they want to get out of you.
After all you could be the ***** to hold together the whole scheme
Caught in a feverish nightmare, when it seemed to be a sweet dream
Solitary work is needed, now, to avoid a potential sting
And so I take the time to rhyme this,
Evaluating the nature of everything.
The mouth can be, but the eyes are not untruthful
They precipitate pictures, from the scary to the downright beautiful
Look deep within yourself, and see your own array of colors.
We may be blind to the importance of some priorities, but I feel we're all lovers.
"Hurt people hurt people," In my life it's a fact.
But remember you can only be responsible for how you act.
No offense or defensive tactics,
Throw the whole playbook out.
Conducting this vessel requires much practice,
Reflect needs of warmth for the seeds to sprout
Make sure you don't love someone, just for what they can give to you.
Highlight their radiance, for making you feel the way you do
The cycle, is only as vicious as one portrays it
The choice is ours, and I choose to change it.
Right here,
right now
Breathe in,
Feel the oxygen go down
Hold it,
For a moment
Every exhale reminds us,
That life's color is golden.
So fold up the clothes,
And walk out the door.
So many illuminated pigmentations to see,
~Everybody's a new world to explore~
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Enough-
Its enough having these corporations run our nation while the infiltration of money making keeps destroying world peace aspirations-
Its like Satan and his manipulation keep telling me that success lies in the accumulation-
And the accumulation of that money making is what makes life exhilarating?
And the exhilaration of materialization keep growing as a representation of America’s successful creation-
And soon it becomes discrimination-
Upper class elevation vs. lower class stipulations-
The poor patient vs. Rich patience-
The barring margin of APR regulations-
Keep our nation rotating-Gaining speed and evaluating-
The appreciation of desperation is all for corporate gaming-
The memorization and commercialization keep our nation deprecating from the rest of the worlds visualizations-
Our accreditation creates frustration-
Segregation and integration by the new world organization-
Integration to a peaceful appropriation is questioned by this American administration-
AND I QUESTION IT?
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
That lasting life change
So deep, so heart felt?
How is it born?
That deep inner knowing
A place of understanding
Connected to what Is
Divine within each of us?
As we work together to understand truth
What lies within each of us and directs us
To the deepest desired connections
Of our intertwined hearts?
Is this within?
The unfolding Inner most being
A Higher Spiritual Self?
The Spiritual Man
The Spiritual Woman
Who's purpose exposes
Our strengths and weaknesses
With expected and unexpected gifts?
As our weaknesses bring
Us to our knees
Lamenting our life's challenges
Crying out our broking hearts
Evaluating the known and unknown
How do we begin to move along
The Way Home?!
Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness
Only to shriek and back away?
Or do we chose to allow courage
To accept our steps into it's presence?
In spite of our fears
Will we allow courage
To forge our greatest strengths?
As steal within the bellowing fires?
And if we allow resolve
Will we find deeper wisdom and truth
Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts?
The opening is before us.
If you place a hand on the door
Open it wide!
It was then!
He stepped into the shadow of
His own darkness…..
Finding himself alone
He reached his hand back
Toward hers.
Stepping into her own shadow
She grasped his outstretched hand
Pulling, supporting, anchoring together
Both facing the Light...
From within their own
Shadows of darkness
Holding fast,
They began their journey together.
Step by step
Line up on line
Precept upon precept.....
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 5:51 PM UTC
man leisured by the least obliging functioning
of what he terms “proper” manual endeavours of the biceps
will clearly resolve the matter being his last adventure that’s consumerism,
creating as many menial jobs as possible without the freedom
to enjoy hardish and the elements;
but of course man’s life will become easier,
but his adventure seeking will
simply become a zoology, a safari,
a safety netting - consumerism is hardly
an adventure, it’s a bicycle schematic:
one wheel produces, another wheel consumes;
most of the jobs under the hammer
were not menial, they became menial
only when heidegger’s hammer was involved
and the rebellion came when hammering nails
in turned into discussing philosophy;
it’s hard to commence an emergence of philosophy
window shopping, woman’s new kitchen area:
you know how many marriages i have seen fail
because of over-cooked pasta? too many.
you know how many glass houses i’ve seen constructed
by women peering into shop windows at mannequins?
too many. i sometimes think about sartre’s c.c.t.v. voyeurism
pervasive in english society alongside paedophilia,
and i guess the jigsaw parts fit... they do;
once dubbed the nation of shopkeepers,
now dubbed the nation of integrally ~foreign mortgage lenders
(nation of property developers / landlords... indeed,
once a nation of shopkeepers, now a nation of landlords):
or a nation re-evaluating communism
by importing slavs to talk of the ups and lows of communism
by trying to curb capitalistic egoism and turn it into a collective
without communism’s egoism father stalin:
or queen bee or queen ant china.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
She quietly sits,
Evaluating the words she
Let escape her lips.
Fighting with the anger,
Igniting her naked
Soul; being her only danger.
Her words are so devastating
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
Too many people walk staring down
Watching their feet hit the pavement
Heel toe
Heel toe
Heel toe
It's all the same
Over and over again
Why is it so intimidating to look up?
Are we afraid that glancing forward will cause us to
trip?
No
We watch our feet
Heel toe
Heel toe
Heel toe
We watch our feet out of fear of what we will see
when other's see us
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a complete
stranger intentionally?
Held that stare for mare than a second or two?
What we fear is their judgement
Because
For that extra second we hold their stare
We are
evaluating them
sizing them up
giving them purpose
or lack of it
That is what we fear
Their judgement
than verdict
That they, this stranger sharing our path,
will pound the gavel over our soul
And pronounce us guilty
unaccepted
wrong
strange
different
condemned
Their judgement proves all too significant
It will be what defines us
That is why we stare down at our feet
As they go
Heel toe
Heel toe
Heel toe
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 4:37 AM UTC
Your generation is defined by definitions.
'This generation', this new-fangled bunch of hooligans
Cut out and put in the oven,
Lives pre-formed, based on premonitions,
Put into the system and cranked out
Made up of numbers and tests that really define who you are.
'This generation' that you have given a set of rules
A set of molds to fit into
To pour their lives out and 'better the world'
Shaped with your all-knowing tools
Scissors that cut funding to the parts that maybe,
Perhaps, might make them an individual.
Because here, no, here we don't have room for individuality
But we sure have room for this assembly
Your freedom of religion, speech, and freedom to assemble
No room for that, for fear of immorality
We don't have time for originals, we don't have time for strays
I'm sorry that you've got ideas, Generation Y
But this is the generation of time constraints.
We've got technology to innovate, an ozone to fit
Communities to build and lives put at risk
But that's not as important as what's in the now
No, not as important as these tucks and nips
We've got to put you under the needle
Even after we swore, 'first do no harm',
But this isn't going to hurt, I swear
Well, maybe not on the outside.
Look here, Y, you'd be better off compliant
To fix our computers and drive our trucks
To turn off your TVs and just trust us
To read the chapter and finish the assignment
Because to us, you all learn the same,
To us you are still just a number
Even if you think you're out when you graduate.
So what, you graduated the system,
And it's done it's work on you
Have your daddy pick the college and your mama pick the sheets
Pack your bags, you're ready for the big world
And that's exactly what we made you think.
Generation Y, you are fitting into the molds we gave you
We tried to crank you out in groups of 300
And we did
You were never allowed to be original
And you weren't.
Generation Y, this cookie-cutter, uniform
'Glued to technology', uninterested
Group of 'stupid' teenagers
You were forced to unify
And forced into corrals, thereby,
Forced into lives we've blessed you with.
I swear, by my very intelligence
That we're good by you, good by the world
In evaluating what we need
Where we need people
Hopefully creating a society less-gnarled
Generation Y, you may hate the population
But you are the population
And you are what we told you to be.
Your lives were pre-formed from day one,
So, please,
Sit down, shut up, finish your definitions,
And stop asking why.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Into a bow, I folded
paper wakame
and ate it.
Intentionally.
Compulsive behaviors include :
Ingredients such as :
relativity ,
perspective
taught me how to turn
something flat
three-dimensional
and visa-versa.
The Unfamilliar, not-yet-integrated
uncertain if it could be capitalized on,
forms of existing
somehow gathered shame
exposure
sexuality
erasure
childhood memory
determination
in tasting.
I would like my appetite back
when you are finished evaluating
Above the water horizon,
where none of us can see,
everything is different.
:
I can't believe I keep forgetting.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
We stop our faithful car
Halfway between both
National parks
Because the scenery
Was too gorgeous
To quickly forget.
We sit down near a cow fence
And you pick me a flower
And place it in my hair,
And I can tell everything
With you is about the scenery,
The message, the emotion.
You’re an artist that never
Turns away from the canvas.
You never turn off the appreciation,
The evaluating, the creating,
And I want to kiss your
Tired eyes,
The ones that must dream
Exhausting things
All night and day,
And now there are tears in my eyes
And they sting
And it’s because I realize
How draining it must be
To be so beautiful.
You make me realize
How similar we are,
I see myself in you.
Everything to me is poetry.
All the double meaning
And metaphor
Gives me context, gives me life,
Helps me make connections.
It drives me absolutely insane,
Being an artist at heart,
And then in a twist of fate,
That turns out to be
Exactly what you want.
Now we’re weeping
On the side of the road
Somewhere in Idaho,
And you love me,
And I know it,
And it hits me hard for the first time,
And I’m an artist
So I want to feel it all.
And we talk about love
And our fears about death,
How we’ll always be artists -
Me, the mad one, and you,
The sad one, and we laugh,
With tears of every emotion,
And we want to drink them up,
And it’s like time doesn’t exist
On this abandoned highway road
With the unforgettable view,
The unforgettable me,
And the unforgettable you.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
Kindness
It is not hard to get lost in your own self-deprecation,
But this is easily remedied by re-evaluating the situation.
See your woes from the prospective of those causing you anguish,
And ask yourself, what has happened to them to make them so selfish?
Abolish Blame & adopt generosity of heart,
You’ll start to see a small act of Kindness is a good way to start,
Then adapt this gesture to reach out to others,
To strangers, friends, your sisters & your brothers.
By choosing to act in kindness and not with a selfish attitude,
You’ll feel your spirit lift & with it flies your selfish outlook and your low mood,
Your eyes will start to shine from helping another soul,
Because you simply stop thinking about you, and focus on all other individuals.
So, Be Kind, be brave, be honest & true,
and if you know your morals are good, you will certainly bring out the best of you.
Learn to love life and care for all living things you find,
Because the secret to happiness is simple, you only have to be kind.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel so crazy now
Especially at night, so very alone
My heart and soul feel so empty
As my thoughts seem to roam
It seems entirely different these days
How my mistakes I seem to repeat
Whenever I lead with my emotions
Not really evaluating what my eyes see
It seems I become more uneasy now
No longer sure if I should take a chance
As it seems each time I lead with my heart
It always ends in another broken romance
So I think I’ll hold still for the present
Placing my faith in God that I will not slip
And the wife I have asked Him for
Will come into my life with a lasting bliss
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
#*Simple interests
Complex values
Evaluating
Desired profits
Loss of interests
Principal principles lost*#
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
The slightest thought of your touch makes me weak at the knees,
causing me to melt at the part of my body only you seem to master.
South of my belly button.
North of my thighs.
That's where you reside.
That's where I never want you to leave when you're inside.
F#%k
Me.
Excuse my French and kiss my explicit lips as they quiver.
Thoughts like those seem too real
as wants and needs become orgasmically synonymous in my head.
I picture your body where this pillow lie instead.
Vivid imagery of you tracing my frame with yours.
The memories of what you'd do to my body in the past sparks present excitement.
So slowly I go...there. Into your territory.
Softly touching what belongs to you.
Gradually finding what you found each and every time we made love.
Passionately exploring the slippery place below see-level.
Vividly imagining that you're here tonight,
in me, going deeper and deep..
OH
MY
GOD.
I inhale.
Your name escapes my lips
as an ****** escapes my..
lips.
I exhale.
Drifting into infantile sleep with the picture of you smirking imprinted on my brain.
That face you'd make when
you stared at me,
evaluating the aftermath of your ****** destruction, followed by
a nonchalant shift toward my ear,
only to whisper..
Come Again.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
This unusual lockdown
Took us aside
To draw closer to Him
Praying with perseverance
Evaluating our priorities
Finding an uneasiness in our comfort zones
Eve of lockdown
Back to normal
There is a real danger
Returning to traditions
Forgetting our resolutions
Wanting to stay in our comfort zones
After the lockdown
Can't we see?
The after effects of Covid-19
Working no more
Crying for help
Remaining to busy in our comfort zones?
No more lockdown
Are we ready?
To move with the Lord?
Seeking the lost
Reaching the poor
Needing to urgently leave our comfort zones
Lockdown is history
Have we forgotten?
The situation demands our commitment
Forsaking our indifference
Requiring our time
Abandoning the security of our comfort zones
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
It is underwraps,
serious doubts
you dont listen to my dreams,
you dont ever know what I mean
taking a second,
even a minute
evaluating this love that you swear we have,
Perhaps this pushyness of your persistence
is merely just a trap
to kidnap me from my thoughts
and control my train of thinking
like a puppet and his master
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
The sun sits high now, and I am but a man.
Though as time passes, the sun sinks and
my silver moon surfaces,
I become a hunter.
As the bartender splashes cheap liquor into spotted glasses,
I stalk quietly in the corner as a lesser man’s prey stumbles
drunkenly, clumsily across the sticky floor.
My eyes glide smoothly over the room,
evaluating my most promising prospects.
My eyes settle on one;
she sits proudly and respectably, and I watch my plan
unfold in my mind.
I will be charming, and convincing;
modest and self-depricating.
She will resist, at first, as they always do,
but the sincere look in my eyes will persuade her that
I am not “every other guy.”
She will fall head first into my pool of lies,
and tonight she will be mine.
And tomorrow,
she will mean nothing.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
Glowing pools of cande light
Arranged carefully around the studio.
A steel cage stood, big and strong
So unlike the man outside.
An experiment
For kicks,
For love,
For leather.
Manicured nails, gelled hair and
Sheathed in Armani.
Standing, observing and evaluating
The other and the scene.
The city bustled, street lights shone
And people walked by
On the street below.
Laughter penetrated the window.
Hypnotized, the clock stopped ticking,
The violins got louder and
The laughter faded
As though the window thickened.
Picked up the sharp thongs
Coiled by the gloves.
Violins again and again
Kept repeating the beginning
Of the same song but
I loved it every time.
He stepped inside, shut the door
And looked up.
Wiry and thin.
So unlike the steel cage,
Big and strong.
So uncertain and full of fear.
The bustle forgotten,
The city hummed quietly
As long slender fingers
Clenched the leather.
Violins again and again
Getting louder and louder
Like the drum in our ears
Beating ever faster.
Smooth skin and sharp leather
Met.
Whimpers and gasps
And titilation.
An experiment
For kicks.
For art.
For leather.
Two bodies:
Both wet and sweating.
One standing, observing and evaluating
The other and the scene.
Laughter penetrated the window
Again.
The violins stopped,
And he stepped out for bandages.
It was an experiment.
Just for kicks,
For lust,
For leather.
An experiment.
For kicks,
For pain,
For pleasure.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
I was sad!
I was crying on the floor that day!
Rolling and sobbing!
I absolutely had no idea about myself!
I couldn't reach conclusions!
I couldn't make decisions!
I started over thinking about things I should not!
I started criticizing myself!
I started punishing myself!
Punished myself!
Punished my own self because I thought I deserve it!
Punished my own self because I thought it would make me happy!
Scratched, cursed, slapped,slammed and continued it!
I punished myself until the day I asked questions to myself!
Is this the solution?
Does cursing myself would end me on a good boat?
Would it help me to restore my feelings,my emotions,my beliefs,my perspective towards things,my respect for myself back?
Do punishing my own self leads to anything else other than bruises and never going marks on my body , my mind,my soul and even my spirit?
Is it right to mentally destroy my own self?
I was sad until the day I realised that this phase is temporary!
My sadness,this bad phase can be temporary if I believe it to be temporary!
I decided to work on myself!
My own self!
To believe in myself once again because it is me who has to live for my own self and not any one else!
Therefore,it's my opinion about myself that matters and not anyone else's!
That day,after analysing and evaluating i got to know that it is me who is going to change my life,mould my decisions and differentiate between what is wrong and what is right for my own self!
I decided to understand myself so that I can get myself completely ,my needs,my wants and love myself!
It was difficult but it was worth it!
And then I ended up on a conclusion that had help me go on in Life!
Your life is in your hands!
Your life is what you make it!
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
Eyes scanned page,
evaluating,
thinking,
judging.
You read
and
you thought
and
then
you talked
all about it.
The whole time
not knowing
that poem
was
all
about
you.
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC
i do have a life of my own.
not everything i do revolves around you.
lately i've minimised my contact and relations i have with you.
and you're my best friend.
something has changed in you and i don't seem to connect anymore.
i think i realised this change of personality on New Years Day.
when the question was asked; 'what is your ultimate goal for this year ahead of us?'
'to **** as many guys as i can possible'
i mean that's cool and all.
and like i suppose i support you in anything you do..
but its different.
'to be content with myself and figure out my future'
that was my answer..
it seems like our answers could never actually come from best friends.
or at least that's my opinion.
but i think i've come to realise that i do not want you in my life if that is your biggest goal of this year.
but you act like its all a joke because you've realised that you will never have the potential to do something worthwhile.
too late now i suppose.
and you spring up a plan on me for a week ahead to be out of town for almost a week.
after evaluating it all, i found out i am unable to go due to prior commitments.
you know..? like things you promise to do and won't change if other things come up.
but you don't know that..
once i was upset so you sent me a text saying that we're having a confrontation that arvo only for you to blow it off and **** your boyfriend instead.
i can genuinely say that i was depressed and was on the verge of suicide and just knowing the level of importance i had to you nearly sent me over the edge.
i hope you're happy... with yourself.
as when i told you that i couldn't attend, you attempt to convince yourself that the trip will now be "mega sucky".
but in the same minute you send a message asking with exclamation points and all if it was still okay for you to go with the girl you replaced me with.
you didn't just replace me on this trip..
you replaced me as your best friend.
and i'm not coming back..
i guess that's "mega sucky"
**** to **** *****
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
How tragic it is to be a thinker.
To have such a remarkable ability
To possess something that creates
While, in that process, destroys.
I associate with a group of thinkers
With no clear place to direct our ideas
So they bounce around in our heads
Gaining force and speed
Becoming more and more painful
Until you can label our brains
As a weapon of self-destruction.
I associate with a group of thinkers
Who have thought themselves
Into pits of depression
Because numbers and endless possibilities
Never stop filtering through their head.
How sad it is that I associate with people that I can't help
I am friends with people
Who have driven themselves into introversion
People that have too many thoughts to collaborate on
But have catapulted themselves into the depths of their own mind
An entirely too frightening place to be
On your own.
How tragic it is to be listening to your friends
Evaluating his state of mind
While you sit in the back of the car
And stare at the analog clock on the dashboard
Thinking about different number combinations for 12:36
That 1x2x3=6 and 1+2+3=6 and 6-3=2+1 and 6/3=2+1
How tragic it is to associate with a group of thinkers
With no clear place to direct their thoughts
And to be a person who cannot pull their friends out
From the murky waters of their own mind
Let alone herself.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC