He’s avoiding me!
What did I do? I didn’t do anything.
Come on, fess up, why are you so pessimistic?
Linguistic with me like a tongue caught in a pool of germs
I bathed in it, so equally to you
And you know it
Just ignored it, sitting here squeezing my own hand
Watching the blood constrict in my sharp veins
My skin goes from pale to red to purple
Red to purple, red to purple
I wish I could burn the last weeks in gasoline
Sew my mouth shut and just tug my feet
Convince them it’s time to move along, AGAIN.
And already, now that I realize the wisdom that comes in window panes
And strange plains lain out through the yellow fields
I’ll be the only plant left standing alone
Jutted into the rooted ground, like the sword in the stone
I dare anyone, who thinks they can, to pull me out
Because I don’t plan on budging for a long time
My eyes, two deers stuck in night-time headlights
But really, but honestly I don’t know if I’m the driver or the passenger
I call shotgun, either way, to blow up my heart
Give the guts to charity
Someone who has some better clarity to concentrate on
And I thought I was focused, sitting in this spinning chair
Crisscrossed shoelaces won’t be tight enough to get me there
Because that’s how pressed my ribs are to my lungs
I’m surprised I woke up alive
Shoving books in my locker, cramming their words in my head
I’ll learn so much more than anyone
To prove that I haven’t given up,
Or at least to show signs I’m not dead
Collagen, I think that’s what’s making me so uptight
Looking in the mirror, seeing a different color
And then sleeping in-between the sight
Binoculars, it’s not far enough to look through
Cause your right there in my view, or in the way of it
I don’t really know, I can’t even describe
You screwed up the way I live
Now I’m fussing and cussing at myself
To cover up my lies
And his voice now, it sounds like a bell
A constant monotone ringing jail
That I’ve got to live in, so cracked up
To what it’s supposed to me
Given the liberty to speak, to breathe
Well I won’t, is that okay with him?
Should I just let him swim, or watch him sink inside the back door
Of my apartment mind?
A little time that you could have tried to buy
Well I didn’t! And I refuse to, got to abuse the
Clothes I grew though, too tall to even worry
Just like the tree, in my backyard
It’s been there since I was born
Since I was born,
Now I’m clinging to the years with my fingernails
Cutting the bark
Looking very bored
Should I laugh at him? Should I laugh at his jokes?
They aren’t funny
No, they’re not funny anymore…
Author notes
HAHA, this is the 'sequel' to Purple and Red (are my favorite) I think its kinda funny.
I have no idea though, I just shot those things out like waffles in a toasta!
--Dum Love You All.
Hahaha..
Her bear moved no more.
RAHH! IM A BEAR!
YES!
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love love LOVE <3
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gRACias.
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Wow this was amazing!
To my favs you will go
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OH THANKYOU!
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Okay first off, the dead has Risen. Like literally Kali Laaaaaa, I've seen you more awake these past weeks than I've seen clouds in the skies and I think it is the most amazing thing in the world for us to both be feeling so lively.... This poem or whatever the hecko it is, touches home to yo butt so much like I can see it jumping from your eyes. I wonder why all of this correlates, get's mixed up, scrambled together like ancient time. I feel like all of this is meant to be, yes, even him and you. I've no longer cared to think about much else except to breathe and to laugh and I've found laughter in so many things. But I believe this is a good thing. I believe with him being on air, (no idea where that came from), that life is going to be much much better. You just wait and see. It won't be as confusing as you think it will be. OOO OI'M SO FRIGGEN EXCITED. And I AM DANCING TO THESE POEMS, YOU GO CHILD, YOU GO GO GO.
I WIN AND I KNOW YOU WIN AND I KNOW THE RACE WAS NEVER RACE BUT A TURNOUT OF GOOD PEOPLE. AND BOY - WE'VE HAD QUITE A SHOW.
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God bless, the United States, and the K&A states of america.
I Love it all. AMEN SISTA, AMEN.
- DEE DEE (da doom)
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Actually hit a big chord as am currently experiencing similar situation... aside from that, I love the sprung verse and the stream of conciousness style, the rhythm is all your own and fast paced... I loved this poem, i'm off to read more,
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HEY gracias. mUcho. Yeah i did get that out pretty fast (concious-wise), im suprised my keyboard didn't start steamin! Hahaha. bUT YEAH, THANKYOU, and man...similar sitiuations..eh? haha. Crazy stuff.
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Hello Dear, Tiki here
My third life became clear
When I learned, oh dear, to fear
Cause one's thought is a mere
prelude to big trouble near
(Stay out of the basement)
Tiki Cat, Expert Cat Psychiatrist
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