You'd think all my years of living and churning and whirring in my brain I'd turn into someone unforgettably memorable
Time is twisted around my left lung I can feel it
I'm always lurking in my dreams
The reality I made is less boring for me
Critical vibes are made of lies
I'm an intimate anomaly
A genre mind f3ck to the head
Why is life so bitter?
Enough to drown out the sound with incessant mind boggling noise
Anxiety is a seizure is an anxiety is a seizure
I can't tell these worlds apart
I'd take a vodka on the rocks
Lemon to shroud the evil
Why do we make such sour things into lemonade
If it's such a ruse we follow
We misuse
It rots us to our core
Sugary fruitful lies
Is life a waste?
Maybe we can plant a few flowers in our heavy heads
And wake up the dead
Unrequited ideas should have a reason to live
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Decapitated Dandelions
PoetryA collection of slam poems, songs, and musings from over the years!
