Weird Poem for a Weird Mood for a Weird Girl

Apr 08, 2010 19:20

My mind leaks like a sieve
Releasing all the things I thought I knew
Replacing them with new ideas to lose
My eyes see blind as bats
So not at all
I hear
Sounds
Like a riot
Loud and louder and loudest
Someone misplaced the apocalypse
Again.

I sorta feel like the last two lines should be the beginning of a different poem/story, but I don't know what happens next.

When you're in trouble, you can call DW.

weirdification, dork

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