People say one with a creative mind is most likely a mentally unstable one and I agree.
My works are like lost boys tricked by the wind's calming embrace into flight, burned them all to prove a point to a dying school boy but it's all been in vain and I only realized this while talking to an embodiment of peace over the phone and of course I'll tell you a story about our past few days together.
A being that brings nothing but smiles to one's face, even in its discomfort you still feel at peace around it, its face is like sugar in a honey filled hive so you see bees and ants get attracted but as they get close enough the confusion and fights set in for they do not know how to separate the sugar from the honey filled hive.
The battle of stings begin as this being minds it's business but a bear arrives with an approach he promised to never use again, he sat beside the being but the bees and ants couldn't stop him, all they could do was give him death stares and fake smiles hoping he'll get the message but he just sits and listens to her stories, oh how he loved her sugar filled smile, a bear that has no intention to feed on honey, strange right?.....
It got comfortable and the uncertainty of whether or not the bear wanted to feed on its honey left it, it grew fond of the bear and his fractured but enhanced mind, surprises her how a bear's mind can produce such beautiful babies for her to feed her sweet toothed eyes......
We dance and sing under the stars but never show up when the sun screams Its arrival in our eyes, it's too early to be bothered, my knees can wait a bit to feed the floors, its a vacation for the remaining days of the week so why bother. Our devices begin to make noises of whatever genre but as we get up to finally honor our stretchy coat of sunray armor it's time for the moon to listen to our thoughts so we do a quick honorary greeting but leave the moon hanging alongside the stars. Angry moon with dark blue backgrounds pours out potions that shut the human eye and sometimes make a pair of weak hearts connect in deceit......
It's a do your worst phase and nothing you say really changes that, we can't always fight for our lives in hopes to win tomorrow's battle, yesterday will be back in all it's glory and nothing can save us from its sickening claws' digging in our minds but why run from it, let it dig and destroy..... tomorrow we rebuild with labourers of hope......
Blue Faced baby with a bush like mane says unprocessed words to refined ears in hopes of being acknowledged as normal and clear faced but he's been cursed with an unending babble, he's been advised to gargle a syrum of fluency, but he knows not what beauty his babble shall hold when he meets his intended crowd.....
Do blind men dream?............
Time's gladly left me in the dust, no inspiration or hope but I hold on to my pain still, the suffering that comes with not having experienced the beauty of chaos, Dear Father in the skies, I do appreciate your gift of peace and life but some of your children never actually live despite having this beautiful gift, everyone's so fascinated by how it ends, on behalf of them I say sorry.
I listen to voices I understand not but it makes more sense than what I do understand, am I a madman who's got a crazy length of thought as a gift.
What's my pain you may ask?........ It's being me that hurts me so much but fear not I've never thought of resting 6 under but the thought of watching those I love going under is about the only thing that scares me to the bones, I've said too much Haven't I?.......
She's got a stable other half but her conversation with me (the unstable) goes thus;
But I'm beginning to hate hugs. Started from the time they called me a fake bug.........Then they went ahead to destroy the ones that kept me smiling.......... Then we're here where she said I was weird for liking hugs. Now this is a question with no answer why must I smile......... Took too many miles running from myself but ladies and gentlemen Djoker is back.....
.... Still ll here for the real ones who smile when I enter the room or chat........The ones who hear me while I'm silent..... The ones who monitor my days and make sure I'm not lacking that spark in my eyes.........To y'all I say thank you and to you all do not be worried. Still yours truly till the next time my teeth come out to play in the midst of the chaotic views of others.......
.........Been a while since I wrote in pure heart's ink little panda....... The last time it was brail from a place of anger as anger is perceived as blind....... It takes a lot to feel pain while at peace.....I have harnessed my pain and found beauty and strength in it...... Lost my flashlight on my way to life's unknown depths...... Now I know where I left it but this time I've got it in red...... It should be different from now on but you little panda show me comfort without touch........ The last one left me in the dust at all times and as you can see I'm still trapped in it so dear little panda gimme a sign when my time in your warm eyes is up....
.......Humble little me running across my mind that's lost it's flair for pride........Don't be an idiot the public lips part and utter to my bleeding ears....... You've got this so place your art out there .......Their wolf and fox friends await me, their preying eyes get a little twitch each time I take a step too bold so I take 2 paces back......I avoid their attack of degrading opinions......YOUR WORK HAS NO FORM, YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME, YOU DON'T FOLLOW RULES AND YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE THOSE WHO INVENT THINGS BOY!!!! Go home they said..... Stay sane they said.....
.....make grades they still say.....
......I've killed my emotions slowly and feeding their empty spaces with anger.....
..... it's stayed longer than a "parfum" with absurd longevity so it's the only emotion I trust.....
......I am sorry for bothering you dear world but I am not sorry for existing......... I am sorry for loosing hope in being a happy user of your atmosphere but I am not sorry for finding peace in your dark times......I am sorry for not being weak and vulnerable enough for you to break but I'm not sorry for rebuilding and reviving those you break....... I'm sorry for being too kind to those you think are to weak to survive,those that your partial eyes call ugly, those you send into prisons of depression and mental illnesses but I'm not sorry for having calmness that destroys the nerves of the lousy ones, the ones you call popular, the ones you think deserve fame.......I am sorry for defying your norms and being the prey and predator at the same time but I am not sorry for saving those you've labelled prey, those brains you've pasted fear of rejection on , "the outcasts",I AM NOT SORRY. I might be your greatest enemy and you might hate me even more now but bring it on, I sit in a pack of cards, I'm the only different one so call me the joker and not a joker, the last resort, the surest play, I am the pawn in the chess game so watch me change in the eyes of kings, queens and other great people once I reach the end of the board, watch me restart...... And please dear beautiful foe call me Mr. J.
Ummmm.... Byeee
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BURN OUT!
Non-Fictionhere's a little something about a writer who's tired but his creativity almost runs him mad so he recreates his fallen empire of words.....
