If I die,
Do I care of eternity?
Do I care,
If you hear my soul?

No, not in the major,
Yes; but only minor,

The major scale pounds,
The Aztec beats collecting skulls.

The minor scale,
But the whisper of primates.

The Horde, shall say you,
Overrun the ideological.

I say,
You are right.

I was the boy who cried wolf,
And so no one believes me,
When I say I'm dying,
I used it metaphorically
Too many times.

And so I no longer,
Know how to cry for help.

Help? Help?
I don't want to die...
Anymore

(Not like I used to)

I desire to shout to the world, yet I cut off all who can hear me. Mayhap, my joining with God will be soon. Mayhap good-bye is in order.

The slow suicide,
I'm trying to avoid,
But It's on my tail,
And I can't escape.

I cry tears of metaphorical tears.

It hurts nonetheless.

I hate myself for destroying myself.

But I love you for showing me that destruction.

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A crumbling tower,
imploding inwards,
the structure was compromised,

Kicked out the structure,
abandon the blue prints,
forgot all which was deemed impervious.

Curled up,
tears digesting,
neglecting this poem.

This is just an experiment on branching mathematics/physics with peotry. It's not very good ( Read more... )

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Where to start? My thoughts split my path bilateral, the motion of this current from heart and mind, bipetual. Shall I let heart or soul lead, that is the core of the question is it not? And so I shall compromise here and begin with both; transformation, change, growth and confusion ( Read more... )