"origonal" poems
Call us enigma, origonal sin
we set fire to paper birds
and waste paper bins
and play snakes and ladders as
prima donna sings
the coils from the serpents
and the feathers from the wings.
Call us the paradox
apostle carries lies
Seraphim in hell
and Lucifer denied,
cold moods which withdraw
granting all who retried
the listless of love
Unrequited, redefined.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 9:21 AM UTC
You look at me as if it's my job
To save you from what ensues
Well, I am no knight
Girl I've got my own issues
I am not who you think I am
You'll never understand
That I am part devil
See my red right hand?
You sit and deconstruct the words
I use to deconstruct
And ask me the questions you're
Too afraid to ask yourself
I've sentenced myself to solitude
But you won't let me be
Riding high on the coat tails of fame fame
Answering the same questions differently
I don't even know if my opinions are mine anymore
Is this an origonal thought or was the seed planted
A time ago by an impalpable bellwether?
I don't want your admiration
It's leads to my frustration
I know I'm no lodestar of creation
Your mind needs some mediation
I'm near my peak of exacerbation
Please leave to give me a moments relaxation
I just crave some alleviation
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC