December 2011
Wrote this when I was on Zoloft...
Just My Brain Chemistry.
This is deeper than poetry.
The emotions that words cannot express.
The despair that cripples your soul.
You are past knowing the real culprit
past knowing your true intentions.
But you are smart -they say
You have the full potential -they say.
Is it you that causes you to act on hate?
Or is it the monster inside feeding your every thought?
You push harder and...
Poem for class:
My thoughts are monsters
dark and clever,
frighteningly beautiful.
They creep beneath my bed at night,
and steal my soul from the stars.
I give them my hand,
smile sweetly to my foes.
Sinister in their intentions,
temptation overcomes me; becomes me.
The word ‘resist’ is bold in my mind,
yet what is my mind without my heart?
I dive into it all
Reckless and excited
I beg you to take me...
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Going to get some spray paint and make graffiti around town. Is Anchorage, Alaska even ready for my artwork to start appearing everywhere? I think yes.
