TOOK MY MIND FOR A SPIN... SEE IF ITS STILL THERE. YA KNOW?
WITHOUT REASON by:iwrotethispoem
sympathy for the everyday tragic
finds me juggling questions of desiring whys
dodging the world's everyday dramatic
finds me stumbling over compiling lies
whose voice searches for empty listeners
the same as words searching for deceitful mouths
whose mind wants to be this world's prisoner
the same as sincerity wanting only repeated doubts
clinging tightly to this held as Truth
as my hands bleed forever from this world's pull
dying daily to this flesh's pollute
as my heart bleeds, forever surrendering this soul
now begins the life
watching these images fade
now begins the sight
watching the old images change
peirce through this life bombarded with shame
destroy this waste once defined as despicable gain
build up walls to surround this undeserving wishful name...
TONIGHT'S AFTERTHOUGHT by:fallingasleepseemsstupid
sinking slowly into the softened floor below
thinking quickly of a wish to set this mind free
blinking rapidly after i tried to see the glow
shrinking faster after these giant wishes defined me
but all bubbles pop after the air pokes the middle
as do the pretty flowers wilt away and die
but it rains in the desert the message of this riddle
as the world spins breathing nothing but empty lies
witness insanity at its peak
as Love and weary run through the veins
interpret without the need to think
as collaborated weirdness is unable to explain
inspiration floats higher than pine cones
smiles fall frowning underneath the sightful willows
tears fall without their permission known
mind's thoughts cry out for their beautiful nyquil pillow...
4
my brain seems to hate confusion
yet speaks its language to clearly
consider reasons for its illusions
writing is one of four things my brain Loves dearly...
sympathy for the everyday tragic
finds me juggling questions of desiring whys
dodging the world's everyday dramatic
finds me stumbling over compiling lies
whose voice searches for empty listeners
the same as words searching for deceitful mouths
whose mind wants to be this world's prisoner
the same as sincerity wanting only repeated doubts
clinging tightly to this held as Truth
as my hands bleed forever from this world's pull
dying daily to this flesh's pollute
as my heart bleeds, forever surrendering this soul
now begins the life
watching these images fade
now begins the sight
watching the old images change
peirce through this life bombarded with shame
destroy this waste once defined as despicable gain
build up walls to surround this undeserving wishful name...
TONIGHT'S AFTERTHOUGHT by:fallingasleepseemsstupid
sinking slowly into the softened floor below
thinking quickly of a wish to set this mind free
blinking rapidly after i tried to see the glow
shrinking faster after these giant wishes defined me
but all bubbles pop after the air pokes the middle
as do the pretty flowers wilt away and die
but it rains in the desert the message of this riddle
as the world spins breathing nothing but empty lies
witness insanity at its peak
as Love and weary run through the veins
interpret without the need to think
as collaborated weirdness is unable to explain
inspiration floats higher than pine cones
smiles fall frowning underneath the sightful willows
tears fall without their permission known
mind's thoughts cry out for their beautiful nyquil pillow...
4
my brain seems to hate confusion
yet speaks its language to clearly
consider reasons for its illusions
writing is one of four things my brain Loves dearly...