OkayI write to keep'My mind off you.Not to entertain,Or to aid another one.To be honest, not even for message.Only to helpKeep the emotionAt bayYet I fail to even do that.
From the BooksPeople gain pleasureFrom what other people lack.You may think this is cruel,But these behaviors are learned.As a child, you skipped'Round a circle with friends"Ring around the Rosie"And laughter unite as one.As you discover the truthResounding from this,Don't be too hard on yourself;Every good pupil uses his textbook.
Winking In My MindI thought that thingsWere better now –Over, that’s it, done.But now I seeIt will never die,And you’ll never let me be.You’ll stand there, winkingIn my blank, empty mind –Gray and very dull.All I can seeIs the softness of an IWhose softness has betrayed.Standing with youStand the two of them,Smiling, my lovely friends.Just as I think“We’ve come so far”I discover the confusion.You will never leaveMy empty mind;Without you, there’s nothingThere.But please be kindWhile you’re still hereWinking in myMind.
Responses"The struggle is good"I recite to myself."It could always be worse"I laugh."You're becoming stronger"I flex my biceps."It's all for the best"*Cue quizzical expression.*"You're lucky, you know"Acerbically, I gnaw my tongue."Put yourselves in his shoes"Glaring, I wrinkle my nose."You're being ungrateful"Why should I give a damn?"It's not that bad..."...
My Kind of DrugI pop Tylenol like ice,And feel it scraping down.It fills me with what I need,And hurts me while it does.Tylenol isn't my kind of drug,But it is yours.
On the Left.I lost the one I loved the most.Love is indecent.Once was mine?Vendetta and vengeance.Everlasting distrust and annoyance.You, though, made it disappearOut of sight, out of mind.Under the rocks, buried forever.Crock pot, troubles were stirringAmong the reeds and branches.Long lasting love? No.Visages of love? No.I, though, saw past it all.Not that you could do that.
DealingThe world is fullOf puddles of tears,Some caused by drought -The lack of water!How can you beThirstyWhen you can stillCreate water?Some cry from beingStarved,But, in a way,That can also be fixed;Not consuming enoughIs betterThan being consumedBy fear.Many try to liveWhile being oppressed.Whether by the governmentOr by themselves,This is no way to live.But it is nearly better than being'Pressed'In a different way.I guess what I'm sayingIs that everyone has a problem.(Some of us more than one)And they're all easier to deal withWhen you aren't dealing with them.
RelevanceShe is beauty and she is the beast,She is Belle and she is Adam.She is Adam and she is Eve,She is the eve and she is the day.She is passion and she is fear,She is fear and she is faith.She is the faith and she is treachery. She is treachery and she is fidelity.Infidelity isn't necessarily relevant,Unless it has a purpose.Treachery isn't either,If you had no control in your behavior.Faith is thoroughly necessary;It proves to you your innocence.Fear is also important,Because in reminds you to be humble.And passion is the only wayTo keep your head on straight.Without the day,we'd have no sun,But I'd die without the reliefBrought on by the Eve.Adam lived so we may live,And with his life came my Curse.Belle brought music,Ringing loud and clear.The beast reminded usTo be human all the time,And the beauty tells us allWhat to believe we (and she)Should have inside.
And I Am SorryMistake after mistake I madelike a psychopath, a maniac,like the woman I amin my mind. I ruined my chances,and now deal with the ruins,floating debrisin my mind.Blunder after blunder I madelike a sociopath, a lunatic,like the girl I aminside.I destroyed my shot,and now live with the wreckage,the rubblein my brain.I cannot denyat the time, it felt right.It felt correct, and like thingswould work out.But now I see,after numerous aberrations and errors,you are no longer mine.And I am sorry.