4/20/19
Flesh inorganic:
The ways of the Earth did not make it
The ways of no angel did either
It was a thing of madness and Satan
Made not to go nearer
As if it were Pandora's box
I felt the need to open
The way the madness pulled me in
As if it were an omen
It came out unnatural
With bones of wire and teeth of knives
I couldn't believe my eyes
It had the nerve to whisper
I had the nerve to listen
The nerve to let it hold me in its fingers of burnt paper
And the nerve to for it hold me by it's ear
It said it knew things
Of glories far and wide
And I could be there
If I had just given up and died
It wasn't so blunt
Yet it wasn't too subtle
The way it said the words
Set my life to crumble
I followed its words
Gave them great heed
Made it be known
It's not a life I need
I let myself crumble
I began to resemble it
But when people pointed it out
I gave them a fit
I went to it one day
To see if it was pleased with me
But to my dismay
It pulled me in
And now I sit
Flesh inorganic as spacetime
Body that can never move
Waiting for another day in the iridescent light
And one day, someone will pity my plight
3/3/19
Symptoms of insanity:
While maybe I'm crazy
To listen makes you just as bad
As I lead my trail of lemmings off a cliff
You blindly follow
So I have to ask
What's the difference?
You ask questions to fuel my flames
But
You never asked why the flames were surrounding you
Surrounding me
Or the smell of burning gasoline
The one that fills the house of cards built around us
But it doesn't burn
You may see it in ashes
But it's still standing there
Look
Where I'm pointing
Just look
There it is
There's my faults
The symptoms of insanity made a cacophony around me
It held me down
Chain around my neck
It held my wrists
It kept me there
I didn't want to leave
Keep looking
There it is
It may be reality
Or it may be your insanity
A pile of ashes where my house of cards once stood
The smell of gasoline thick
And the need to run quick
But the prettiest flowers surround the perimeter
They're beautiful aren't they?
The symptoms of insanity are suffocating me
Undoubtedly if we kept looking we would find more
Endlessly we could search until the end of time
And may my word puzzle be seen as genius or insanity
For anyone to listen makes them worse than me
5/20/19
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Do you think I'm pretty
Somebody just answer me
