Shooken from the inside
Drugged and underwater
Darker than the green
In which you wished you could be
With all that sunlight flying through
Billions of capsules stuck
On an endless escape
Scraping foggy memories to the sky
Hoping the clouds have something better to do with them
At least you could see them again too
Looking up from a different ground
To the same revelation
Shut up
And not a sound
I'm sick of me
Hallucination, different colors
Shooting for every different purpose
Dangerous assumption
To believe without a tool
To look up at the words you know
Falling into the pool
Caged crows
I feel a little sick again
Yet still it seems I've come down again
What isn't, what is
What used to be there
What I give, what you can't give back
Taped to the sinking chair
Wishing it could float on
The water
You put your own dirt in
Strange, stranger
Hypocritical fingers
Pointing at themselves
Stupidity or anger
Or a little bit of both
We save the best for first
Plunged into a wonderland
Silent for a little while
You wake up from the coma
You walk into the room
Put on your best shoes
You then, change who you are
Getting wet,
Never seemed so catastrophic anymore
Coming clean
And the resolutions at its highest point
Broken through, red to blue
Beliefs become bulletproof
So we walk out in the sunlight
Capsules explode
You recall a distant memory
Built with a bruise
So unused
All you hypocritical people
Why don't you point your finger at yourself?
Revolve the Earth once more
To split the sun in two
Teach such a bright star
How to be a little blue
Author notes
And i can't understand why she walked like a woman and talked like a man...
L-O-L-A Lola
I know..the song just cracks me up sometimes. Its so catchy. Rock on peepsqueaks.
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Comments
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"Getting wet,
Never seemed so catastrophic anymore
Coming clean
And the resolutions at its highest point
Broken through, red to blue
Beliefs become bulletproof"
I laughed at this stanza, it seems like a bit of a double entandre to me. And it's very true as well. Red's symbolic of fire or passion to me, and blue of cold or depression. Relationships can cause both to happen, depending on what happens in them. -
WELL, I read this off your author page. You always leave me speechless and then I struggle and ramble trying to think of something useful to say. But truth is, your insight is amazing and I love your poems, as I always have. This one has almost like a rant feel to me, with brilliant metaphors and a message that should be taken by all the ignorant people in society! There is so much truth here, and you ALWAYS express so creatively, the way write out the thoughts, the words that come together with the message, I love it, never boring!
So what else can I say!?
I can't wait to read more
Michele
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