This depression gives the impression
that the expression of a burnout is…
living and loving intently free
prison depends on jailhouse babies and legal **** ; weee!
we must organize expression of a quantum size, to re-realize more food and supplies
its such a surprise that id be thinkin this, engineering instruments with a pnuematic hiss
geared towards the questioned technocolypse….
“…well here on the graph we read an elipse, a parabola, and a demonic kiss…”
But whats this?
im’ channeling some quick quips ; alluring as a brothel’s contained hips with the open smile of sideways lips….
my daring is preparing all the world for destructive repairing
cause the frogs and the rains are staring
at this desolate earth
a burnt out hearth
with smouldering ashes, speaking of a crying birth
while the midwife is sick and shy with little self worth and curse; because a as a witch she doth rehearse
while the moonlights smiling and the phones texting and dialing
“Whats wrong?”==”Are you ok?”
“…but come on?”==”Is there any other way?…”
[please oh please let me stay in this old and bloodied fray; where the battles had axes and handles
where there were stories of travels, to faraway places leading to exotic geographic stasis]
caught in the moment of thought, a moment of fright…
until we stop and put a light to these wierd words
we wont know what the birds have heard….
BURN little match like the wood you are!
combustion of suggestion set ablaze from afar
a flame throwers burned hands
while the pained sower , frustrated, changes plans
because in the end one one really understands
the torment of a floment spent eternally alone in atonement.
Where all you want to do is get on the phone, external validation felt at the tone,
but it really ain’t ****
because you are crying while its dialing and your out of minutes…
so check this bits of imaginary meaning and ****
ponder and quit
when you seek to make amends and introduce fake men to our imaginary friends
i keep on thinking…keep on blinking
wishing for emotion to extend
SO I think the words
AND I write whats heard
but haven’t YOU heard
from the little ittie birdie whos been certainly flying, singing and free
that im not mentaly sturdy, quirky, and ******…
I guess it just goes to show that when you at home your never reallly alone, because to you, the voices do drone
how much sandpaintings and ***** can be blown,….
away with a CLICK…BoooM
beaten with a stick….AH
shoed a away with a kick….
START my heart! I know better than this!
so I better think quick
before i stay mentally sick
as an alien who has forgotten it’s world
got on a roller coaster; spinned and whirled
till im spun and twirl’d
on this game we call life, with simple **** and complex hype,
hives of concepts meanings and thoughts….to derive daily quit failing
i miss haley :( , even phailee….
so I ask little voice in my head , since everyone has left will you stay instead?
come a little closer and hop into bed
so we can share the warmth of one last self-referencing infinity loop….
…..BEFORE i wake up and forget whats ashore
because im out at dream sea with clouds free and galore
but as soon as i stop thinking i know ill return to the me that i abhore
with pain and saddness deranged
omit school so classless and strange
as a failed out actress sick with mange.
but i know these negatvie moments are just flashes , to make me appreciate self motivated happiness…
so here you go
its me on the page, skelly the sage….
i just hope to god that I could set the stage 4 nirvana or heaven, we reach zion in seven
I love you.
i won myself over
like a sad kids redrover
thanks for letting m3 share these freestyle thoughts i kant bear
im alone no more, i seem to have exhausted my sadness store
and after venting i realize…. its a lot ******* bettor.
“Isn’t it eeeire howletting yourself feel sad
can make you feel soo much better?”