little mad copycat, copying my each step,
will my recklessly penetrating gray matter ever fulfill your search for a real taste?
go ahead, try on all my blood-poisoned masks
as if they could ever let you understand.
dear paint master, call me puppet monster
you decide my name, does it really matter?
defy me different inputs,
the cluster of my values will never change.
my names never end, though they're all real
what should one do with an endless pile of results?
wouldn't it be tragic,
if their soul chose to only maintain 1 true?
destroy a soul, and the leftovers will be your end
starve thyself a brand new body from what remains
once again i am fearlessly embodying the agony,
welcome back to the old house, my cursed empath.
i now understand the boredom of olympus gods
the ones which end mortals, as they turn back into their original form of shiny wiseminds
though im afraid no one around, can be so blind to that much ray of sunshine
"sun is alone, but it shines"
no. sun is alone, that's why it shines.
you suppose it's calm cause it's so afar.
sun screams so loud but no one hears a thing,
it leaves no soul pass nearby alive
that's why we have seasons to greet
the sun's rays which gently lick your face,
it is the sweet dangerous warning
saying if it moved a kilometer, we'd be killed
the sun's fate is to embody the pain,
maybe the sun should accept what enough hardship can do to a kind face.
knowledge is power, if you seek to control it
power is knowledge, if you learn to tame it
i'm old now, so i know things
i'm as wise as the bored magpie on a summer day, at least.
a childlike sense of wonder, begging to drown in my darkness
how'd you stay so untamed in the wildest of forests?
you met the daylight, now you learned that its source is only darker
don't worry, Sun is strong enough to protect all from its own fire.
now that it's far enough away, once again,
you'll get to be happy in summers.
until then go ahead, take your little so-called revenge
if it makes you feel like your madness makes a little bit of sense.
we are still in winter anyways.
"evolve or repeat."
the same story was rewritten again
how dare the Sun want a friend? what a shame.
only carving one's own body, can help ease this pain
taste of hunger will remind me who i am, i guess.
my sight goes black as i stand,
how many meals had i passed?
ah, finally someone cares.
1,2,3,4
he said please don't go away, i said it's too late,
let it pass away.
03.03.2024
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Poesiehonestly, life only seems like a theatre of one distracting itself from everything to care about.
