Thursday, August 21, 2014

I'm Hungry


My love, you are disintegrating
Shriveling like a raisin
Your existence is slowly fading
I know just what you're missin'

Nothing is more annoying than this
Utter meal deprivation
Truthfully, hun, I feel it's the most
Rued choice in my opinion

I should've made that cake earlier
Even not, then lasagna
Now I really just want both
Then I'll just have cake and lasagna


SO I'LL JUST HAVE CAKE AND LASAGNA!!!!

Need I Go On?

Keep me from cutting a narrow abyss.
Give me another meaningless kiss.
Grab my waist and tell me you're sorry.
Calm me down, tell me not to worry.

"Things will get better, they always do!
Keep your life with no reason to!
Think positive and abstract for laughs!
Think of the good times you'll have!"

The same advice from two weeks ago.
Yet still, no happiness for all I know.
Laughing was done and smiles shun dim,
Just as they had from wide to slim.

The others are conned - so simple to fool -
But the mind's naivety isn't so cruel.
She is clever to notice yet quick to deny
She always has, will, in the blink of an eye.

Owl

Saturday 22:53 23.Nov.13


Think of being a small owl locked inside of a cage hovering ten feet off the ground. You don't know how to fly and you only know what you see and hear around you. You know that soon the cage door will open and that you can escape. But what happens when you take the first hop out of that cage? What happens after that hop is based on what you've done all the while you were locked inside. Will you simply plummet onto the ground and risk death or hop for the rest of your life? Or will you spread those wings and glide until you learn to properly take flight? I could answer this with a simple "fly" or "fall" but I don't know for sure until I take that leap. Between the time I jump and the time I get halfway to the ground, what will I do if I'm given an opportunity rather than a choice [to spread my wings]?

Get It Out

My eyesight is blurry.
My breathing is singed.
So much is flashing by,
Where do I begin?

I finally told mother
About my wicked evil.
She wished me damnation
And called me a criminal.

She threatened my actions
To send me away
As punishment of sin
To my father’s far place.

She shot me with her gun
Full of holy water.
Though I did not burn,
It soon became a bother.

“Send me to the horrid king!
Send me to his mistress!
Pack my bags and stuff my cheeks!
I wish you all the best!”

Off I was to Northern Georgia,
Leaving my past behind.
There, I’d find a new future -
One [that] I thought I’d like.

Months went well at first,
Then things took a turn.
My brother diagnosed
And my brain started to burn.

Father and his partner’s mind
Began to flood the youngest.
I found myself more isolated
My pride was soon among us.

The attention I never wanted
Was soon what I most craved.
My envy and my avarice
Quickly became aflame.

School was their first target -
My focus through the grounds.
My scoring rate had lowered
And motivation went unfound.

I pushed the emotions away
As I’d always done.
It’s better they disappear
Than ruin all the fun.

The little one was soon better -
His beams bursting the bug.
Clueless of the effects he gives
With every simple hug.

Everything seemed peaceful;
The sun routinely rose.
But every night it fell
And my sanity left its post.

A bruise here, a bruise there
A death to simulate.
With every instant injury,
Came the urge to stimulate.