January 7, 2011
My heart was the first to go-
but even so
Thoughts tortured me.
So I said goodbye to my brain and pulled out my eyes to string the life, poetry, and all else through.
The blackness still made it hard to breathe-
the truth.
So I dissected my lungs.
I really found no use for everything else and took it out as well.
I realized my skin still bled.
So I carved some wood and slipped inside.
Yes the fire still burned,
but I was still terrified of stone.
And didn't want to be like everyone else.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
1 comment:
Sharp, and thrilling, launched me into the plethora of emotions
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