Steal my frontal lobe and prefrontal cortex
in this non-consensual lobotomy,
Take away the feeling with psychosurgery
And give me hybrid human-animals,
But you don’t need surgery if you
Want to get rid of feeling,
You can suck out the sentiment with three words,
So overused,
The emotion turned into a cliché.
Now I’m somewhere between throwing faith in emotion away
And regaining a naïve belief in fate,
Madness dresses like a white-collar worker
And throws water bombs at the proletariat from his office,
I wear my green-collar as a headband
You stand trying to take my thoughts,
Wondering if you can jump over my wall
But I installed surface-to-air missiles.
And now back to my emotion-devoid brain,
All fact and no thought,
No grey matter just a good broth –
Higher class than that!
Bouillabaisse it is, then…
Fish and fennel with a generous amount of bitter words,
Leave to simmer for seven years
And you have the perfect Angst Stew,
Serve piping hot (complimented by chilled Revenge).
You’ve just heard my irrationality,
Putting that aside, I have something to say.
You think you know what feels right
But I’ve seen the ways that we fool ourselves,
I’ve seen inside delusions,
Madness is aiming his next bomb at you
And before I can say a word the red is airborne –
Splatter
My clothes are soaked.
Author notes
Okay... I found this piece of poetry lurking under my bed, I assume I wrote it quite a few years ago judging by the massive amount of synactical and spelling errors. Probably written about 4 years ago, but I can't be completely sure.
Now to the explanation... Basically I'm not entirely sure what I meant when I wrote it. Either it's about somebody looking in on themselves and finding the war against madness inside them. Or it could be a person looking back over their life. But it might also be the narrator addressing an external person and in that case the ending would be them sacrificing their own sanity to save the other person.
Heh, you can decide.
Please tell me what you think
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Personally, I think it's you telling someone else about your experiences and trying to give them warning...i really liked it...i don't think i can pick a favorite part but if i had to it would be the last stanza...
You’ve just heard my irrationality,
Putting that aside, I have something to say.
You think you know what feels right
But I’ve seen the ways that we fool ourselves,
I’ve seen inside delusions,
Madness is aiming his next bomb at you
And before I can say a word the red is airborne –
Splatter
My clothes are soaked.
Sometimes when i have people in my life going through some chaos i really feel this way...anyway...good write and thank you for commeting on my work...btw it is about letting go of someone but still being there from a distance.
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Hmmm. I believe it's about someone who has given up on faith, emotions and feelings alltogether and letting fate rule; that there is no faith any longer and madness has taken over....a sort of loss of control. (Just IMHO and I'm guessing, of course) Thanks for posting an old poem like this. I should dig some up myself....OMG!
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