we are so far in, over our heads.
all of my friends are on drugs.
skin and bones, almost dead.
barely alive, no jive to give or receive.
i offer my hand, i throw you my heart
doing everything and anything i can to make you believe,
that you’ll stick this one out, you’ll climb back to the top
and look down at the squirming suffering beings.
you are not one of them. do not let yourself be.
the potential you’d be that you’ll never see.
(Source: dizzy-lizard)
broken, jaded, faded, fleeting
hold my waist while i’m dry heaving
push back my hair hold my chin up
twist my wrists until i give up
a seemingly infinite sea of confusion
pools and puddles of droopy thoughts
spinning or dancing in this state of delusion.
i am looming in my brain cells,
my thought container-
i open it a crack, i share some though waves,
and i accept some thought waves in.
but when i try and take the lid off,
my hands tremble.
my voice shakes, grinding from within.
my heart beats fast so i look to my feet.
i count my toes, a stability thing,
i suppose.
a mish mash mesh of static woe.
my actions aren’t mirroring my true intentions
whether they be cruel or pure, i want what i want
which is more than most of you can say.
many are lost in this television show that we were born into,
i repel what does not make sense to my spirit,
i reject the poison that has been offered to me.
do not bow your head in shame,
do not tremble at the mention of His name.
you exist, you are sacred.
you exist.
i heard something in passing that i will never forget
two men were walking and talking with their journey already set
the taller one leaned over and whispered something clear
“the British are coming, the storm is coming, you have to get the fuck out of here”
the shorter one stopped in his tracked and looked his pal in the eyes
“you’re sure they’re coming? i have an umbrella, how do i escape my demise?”
nothing you can do will stop it; but atleast you know it is there
he’s coming, they’re coming, its coming, watch out-
stop looking at me with that blank fucking stare
punish yourself all night. restless and wide awake in this strangers bed
let him put his filthy fucked up hands all over you
decisions clearly negitive to your being
stop fucking craving start fucking seeing
//doing anything i can to scrape any trace of you off of my skin
your words are as thin as your body
and i feel your mind churning sometimes
looking out of the window at the mess flying by
you got nothin but fermented hope in your eyes.
the friendship in your smile scares me a bit
that ink on your skin flows seamlessly
intertwining your past mindsets easily
placed on your exterior for all to see, fearlessly.
need some time to rest my brain.
falling asleep to the sound of the rain.
its such a cliche’ to hate your hometown,
its even more of a cliche’ to want to branch out,
but don’t you realize your problems will follow,
absolutely wherever you go?
internalize your stable feet,
greet your reflection with the happiest greet
and wherever you step you will be okay
you live where you’re standing. you’ll be okay!
graduated highschool with a 2.7
does this give you an opinion of me?
rank, categorize, level up, grade.
the way things work are quite insane.
“aren’t You tired of it already?”
“can’t you see that They’re all blind?”
why does Anyone ask questions?
because Reality is in the Mind.
unfathomably though,
there are Things you can’t deny
like the reaction of a ship
when a monsoon Comes crashing by.
Trained Minds, Are we
but once you Disagree-
Your reality is in Your mind,
you’re then, Untouchable. Free.
wake up.
heart stuck.
sunk into the bed fibers.
wash up.
do i give a fuck/
brain jumbled colored wires.
walk to school.
full of bricks.
full of pricks .
and the sad are hired,
take down notes.
reflect on motifs.
this attention span has expired.
my throat is dry,
my brain is fried,
the inspiration in me retired.
observe the peers
reserve the tears
fake a smile and you’ll get hired.
