• radioactive
    simple stones with green glow
    makes you sick
    makes me flick
    the boogers of a misunderstood sub conscience
    and the meteor shower falls deep within yearning to be free
    as if i would let freedom become dignified
    magnified
    the malicious magnet makes money from morphing into out of itself

    the little shines on the back of your eyelids turn to pictures so heavenly and yet so horrific
    i wonder how long they've been there
    its so hard to keep your eyes open and dream at the same time
    well the dry mouth is thirsty; thirsty for a taste of glory and justice
    but the only thing that you will taste today is unspoken words sour to the core of the soul
    meaningless
    and you will become this and much less
    and parasite only feeding off the raptures of our divinities. and our minds become food for the leeches


    "the"
    all i see in this arena of useless commentary is
    "i wrote this..."
    "i just thought ...."
    and my favourite
    "this poem is about...."

    what useless nonsense
    how is a poem "about" something if it is supposed to provoke meaningless OR meaningful thoughts maybe good ro maybe bad or maybe deep, (but nonetheless never shallow)
    how can one define a single moment of creativity and force everyone to this perspective??

    that is why I'm boycotting. not for no reason.

    and the full moon is my hero
    not one single shadow of the valley of death shall be formed within my mind or my heart
    not one morbid or somber feeling or situation will i permit.
    i define myself "UNDEFINE-ABLE"

    just try to sum me up in a Single cell sentence.
    that is why it is a death sentence structure.