The "real world" never fails to bore me. I prefer to live within the confines of my skull. There, little people that look like me sit around a big table; it is a dark room, save for a few, flickering light bulbs that cling to the ceiling for dear life. They sit around this table and whisper things, as if I cannot hear them (I mean, after all, it is my own mind... HELLO, I AM RIGHT HERE AND CAN HEAR EVERY WORD YOU ARE SAYING! ). I suppose they are planning my ultimate downfall, but I keep them busy by forcing them to produce abstract meanings and metaphors to represent how I feel. I call it poetry . The men in white suits call it schizophrenia . But since when did doctors actually understand art? You can dissect me, tear me up, and poke around in my brain, and you will still never know quite what I am. Perhaps the little people in my head know, but they like to keep secrets from me. Sooner or later, I will get them to talk. For the meantime, I will just enjoy living in BrandyLand: a mask that conceals the truth, a kaleidoscope that can make the dullest dandelion appear to be the most exotic flower, a fuzzy poster on the graffiti wall, a footnote below the fine print, a window revealing only a brick wall, and a rainbow beaded bracelet on the cut wrist of society. And everyone is welcome there. Passport, please.
-BS
-BS
- Last seen on Nov 17 1:51 PM. Member since August 4.
- I'm a amber angel poet for 3 comments.
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, and quote is "okay". - I am a 17 year old girl from Pennsylvania (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm punching babies lulz (not really).
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- I have 3 comments, 41 poems, 1 journal
My Poetry
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The night is shattered by the dawn
Letting loose the singing birds of the morning
My journal entries
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I'm liking this website. You're all rather friendly folk 1 I just thought I'd try out this journal thing. Ooooooooh, look I'm TYPING 2 In any case, poems will come sooner than later. I've been trying to really get back into it. At least I've got all the ones I already wrote up. 3 Later. 4 -August 15, 100 words. → Make first comment?
