Demonikvampire• Show poetry

Hello everyone,
Welcome to my Poetic Theater.

The Government has me on record somewhere.
It's on a certificate that's identical to yours.
It says I'm a male, but so does my body.
My mouth spews the name of Christoper.
It also states that I am eighteen years old.
My birthday is also recorded on that paper prison.
It is the 31st of October.

Onto the more Personal Interests and everything.
To start off,I love Poetry.
I weave in and out of inspiration like cotton threads.
I ram philosophy into free verse and God into meter.
I'm pretty much a human just like you. .01% off, okay?

The only thing not on record is my Personality
I'm pretty much have the personality of two separate people,
but by no means does that mean I can't live my life normally.
It just makes it more fun, because I'm never alone.

I'm accepting of everything, I really don't care.
Apathy is a cloud that circles my existence,
Love is the ground that hangs below it.
Sarcasm is my mistress, and lying is my lute.
I'll play you a song with my mistress singing if you'd like.

WANT TO GET TO KNOW ME?
Message Me...I enjoy articulating to strangers.

[Everything written below this is proof of how my writing has changed.]

Dance for me, Dance with the strings of fate.
Twist them and twirl as your destiny intertwines
Sing for me, Sing with the cords of Divine
Splice them and separate as your soul combines.
Live for me, Live with the scents of air
Inhale them and Exhale as your heart ensnares.

Broken Bones, Smashed up face
Orphaned feelings stuck in the same old place.
Darkened views of pessimistic dreams,
Reality bends to where nothing is as it seems.

Dolls and toys, Porcelain and Glass
Childish fears beneath the grass
Shoveling the dirt, hiding the lies
Is this corpse real, or are you just trapped in my eyes?

Take me away.
I don't want to stay.
Revitalize my mechanics.
Make me spin in perfect unison
Synchronize me for normality.
I want to be...Okay...

It is 3:15 on the clock to the right.
Its hands are pointing at you.
Its face looks at you and laughs.
A cruel dark laughter that darkens the soul.
You are pathetic it mouths.
Stupid Clocks.

Life has many angles and can be taken through many different lenses.
All that matters is if you can open your eyes and see the world outside of this Obscure Camera.

"Tick Tock" goes the Grandfather clock
as the Hands point all around.
Nothing philosophical meant and
nothing Intelligently Profound.

This isn't the world of Prince and Princess.
Its a colder darker, savage world of hatred.
It sorrows me to see something so pathetic.
I strive to become a distant memory faded by time.
A melancholic memory that only time can alter.
Remember me well for now, for later
I'll be the person with no face.
I'll be the name on the tip of your tongue.
I'll be long forgotten as the months go by.