"scatterbrain" poems
I look past my reflection in the mirror;
whale-sized thighs, and
arms too big for the oceans
rain pours down like sharp daggers
into my flesh, and I’m tired
teeth hurt, and I’m tired
heart pounding, and I’m tired
my mermaid waves leave my head like
an old porcelain doll, dying
and I’m tired
I teach my body how to stop needing,
in with the calories, and I’m tired
out with the calories, and I’m really tired
silent screams echo at the fake reflection
that stares blindly through the broken
mirrors
**** me up, I’m seeing stars tonight
bones aching, and I’m smiling
bullets to the head, and I’m smiling
painstakingly dancing through the night
till I’m void of nothing,
they say empty is beautiful, and I want
so dearly to feel beautiful
calories scattered on the floor, like the
those scattered thoughts of everything
I used to be
and everything I am now
scatterbrain, tell me how you feel
when your insides are void of
self-love
you eat hatred for breakfast
and spit self-pity into your toilet
tell me again, silly girl,
do you feel beautiful now?
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 7:07 AM UTC
Speaking with only seventeen years seen so far,
I say assuredly, the secret to longevity is Insanity.
Once a day -Twice to be Safe, Thrice to be sure- take two spoonfuls of Crazy.
Dance, Sing, Cry, Scream in Wonder!
Yell at the Universe, I am here! I see, I feel, I love, Oh
I am here! See me, Smell me, Shake me with passion
And a Sweet Scatterbrain
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
I saw you in my reflection today, Your
hands reached out to me and I touched you but, It
was just my hands and I was quite
surprised at the fact of how old and
pruned they had become with
time ticking the clock beats
down on me like the chime of a death march
drum sentencing me to a fiery death on a wood
pole dancing in the moonlight, my *** glowing brighter than the
moon reflecting on the lake, almost giving ripples on the water from its sheer
power hungry CEO's telling me, the measly mail clerk, to give them the ******* morning
paper scattered around my room, crumpled in corners of each letter I never
sent screaming down hallways that day, my teacher didn't
*understand how the moon works love? Look at the spell it
casts* on her arm, I feel guilt but cannot put my tongue around the cause of
*it could have been you holding me tonight, but instead I will **** a
stranger* in the mirror, *who could it be? If it isn't me and it isn't
you* thought you could get away with this, didn't you? Well look at me
now: I am the one that is
sane and you are the one that is all
****** and trapped in a mirror with a knife in your hand.
YES you are the
killer.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
Somewhere in between
Tranquility and the twilight zone
I find myself in a timeless trace.
Unable to find the words
To express my endless love for you -
Longing to cherish you for all of eternity.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:11 AM UTC
How sad must I make myself?
When petty annoyance turns to
dust, a swirl of caster oil on my
tongue, need I stab in infinite
direction for something to grasp
onto?
When does blood end and choice
begin? How much *** must I smoke
to stop paying attention? Do you want
to be here?
The answer is assuredly No.
I know because I know you.
You will numb yourself until the
little tiny hairs of your forearm
rise and prickle and beckon for
sunlight, escape from dark room
of blanket piles and ***** clothes.
Do you want to be here?
The answer is in the How.
Should I keep projecting or
wear my insecurities on my sleeve
like a good boy, feelings and
resolve and dedication to family?
Where did my poem go?
Does it want to be here?
Should I pull it up from the
ether, all hot ember and critique,
or might I let it flounder and
drown, all not together and
scatterbrain, best left on edit table
in drunken somberness and
existential envy, slow motion.
Do you want to be here?
I am asking for a friend.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
So out of focus
Forgetting what hope is
A million plus thoughts
In the time that I wrote this
Sporadic,
Erratic
Descent into madness
My scatterbrain drained,
Concentration
Don’t have it
The static is torment
A torturous angst
I just want to turn off
Like a ****** to tranqs
And mistakes I keep making
Just making it worse
Everyday is a funeral
Night is the hearse
And by life I mean
Some sort of
Synthezoid cyclical,
Robot repetitive,
Cynical ritual
Such a habitual,
Dismal despair
An implacable dread
Is the burden I bare
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Sick and tired
Of being good at looking fine
Where should my heavy head go when I cry?
Not on a shoulder
You're not showing the signs
How odd that it is that
When you talk about your's
And I talk about mine
We're speaking in differing tongues, and times
Mine is far back down the line
Where is my circle of sobbing friends?
My pats on the back,
Or someone other than my mother
To keep me on track
Someone other than a figure
Glasses, sweater
That can trigger progression
Without stripping my family
Of groceries for the week
Where is the understanding
That I was indeed in love
To the point where I panicked
Flew a line
Blew my sanity
And ran it all the way back to what
I must be and remain
Just an awkward, sophomore
Scatterbrain.
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 11:40 PM UTC
my dad says you're a scatterbrain
my friends say that you're to blame
my grandma wants to take you to harrison
and I want to be in your arms again.
you told me you don't like food
because you picture it chewed up
and the presentation is all a facade hiding what it will become.
maybe that's why you didn't even chew before you spat me out.
I told you I don't eat because it's something humans need
and I don't like to be dependent.
but you're a new kind of craving
that a cigarette
won't help me to forget.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
A shatterproof
Scatterbrain
Whips it over
Rough terrain
On his way
To get paid.
A motionless
Motorist
Waits to be
Saved
By a changing
Light
In an endless
Parade.
A dandelion's
Progeny
Released to
The wind,
Like memories
Fade
Into the infinite
Within.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC
There’s a bunch of thoughts floating around in my mind
And i don’t know how to attack them one at a time
So i open up my notebook and spit a quick rhyme
Which is a sign
That very much like you wine and dine
I’m unashamed and unafraid
I dont need a maid to have it made
I’ll build it myself
Just put two feet on the ground
And listen to the sound of my heart
Whicch is a drum
The rhythm speaks in tounges
And i want to comprehend it
But i cant so i just send it
Away to my love
Who knows i lost my mother
So she always tries to fulfill my wishes
Which is amunition
Just as tuition gets you a colleges degree
Can’t you see
Its the memories of the darkness
That push us down
Bit without yhem we’d never have a place to stand up
Now i realize
That we all disguise ourselves
With the things that actually deprived us
From a life that to our demise
Will continue as we rise
To the sky
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
I adhere to some amenity
Probably, possibly it’s difficult to live
I’ve been banished by life’s philosophy
The odds of living is obdurate to believe
I fake a smile to the winds
Believing that I am extraneous to an oblivion
I’m not part of something peculiar
Trying to think that I’m a strain of rejection
I’ve been seeking, looking for happiness,
Longing for it my whole life, I’m restless
Someday I’ll be death itself
Can no longer look back of a living shadow
So long I’ve been looking for happiness
The scatterbrain is a little like
Drizzle of rain
Neither here, nor there, but everywhere
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
If I'm itching inside my own skin,
If there's a bit of wild carrying on in,
around,
or perhaps behind
perhaps over, around, somewhere besides my eyes,
If I seem unseemingly unladylike today,
I'm sorry.
Scatterbrained? Surely, certainly, you've noticed.
If you know me, you know this.
I carry on, convincingly
all the while my mind careens away.
Dangerously, it careens away.
Away, attacking the menacingly mundane,
away to a place much more pleasant.
Plesently, myriad of melodrama unfold.
I tell myself stories untold.
I'm so sorry I'm scatterbrained, darling.
I do know.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC
Journey
of self
we always
move in the
same
direction
as our most
dominant
thought
Think about it
There are times
when I'm a
scatterbrain
Other times
my thoughts
are crystal-clear
profound thoughts
come to me
at the oddest times
Perhaps
this is what happens
when I
multi-task
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC