I think it’s about time you step down
From that high horse of yours,
Or maybe you should jump.
And don’t say you’ll change tomorrow,
‘Cause you know you won’t.
Day: June 24, 2009
overdone afternoon naps
poetryslowly returning to consciousness,
confusion reigns,
as my muddled mind tries to sift
through too many thoughts at once,
not coming to any answers
but only being left with
fuzziness, perplexity, and sweatiness,
having no idea how i slept this long
and no idea who i am even,
except that my head wants to explode,
and my eyes don’t seem to work,
and every sound is only white noise,
so that thinking just one thought
takes me nearly as long as it would
a person of normal intelligence.
ictc
poetryman’s unanswerable questions
burn holes in my
stomach, head,
appendages,
my glasses are a gateway
to a lonely world
pleasure coming only from pain
hugo is no doctor in this.
you and your hairdo
poetryyou gave it rhythm
to make the pain
bearable (or more)
but cher
(though technically music)
doesn’t fulfill
the drug dependance
like need
you have for
emo
(a genre named after
a word which we use
to mock the weaker sex)
Listen
poetryOnly real friends
call your phone
at 3 A.M.
and expect you
to listen,
So listen.