used the word cacophony
and reminded me of this sort of poem i wrote about a week ago
that i keep meaning to put up here
but i never do.
honestly though, it was really one of my favorites.
because i just wrote everything that came in to my head
and it all came in this really unconscious stream of unorganized anger.
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AHAHAHA
fucking hysterical laughter
my cacophony of reason
just big words
or lack there of
so I must puke them.
I don't worry, be impressed
so I'll impress
my impressive impressionability.
You don't love me,
I'm a lyer and my waste is all of carpet dust
and rags
once soaked in cherries
to look like blood
cause i'm dramatic and throw tantrums at myself
& i deny that I'm not from a fucking cylinder that fell out of the sky
oh I'm no better than some margarin
I'm more butter on your moldy bread,
not less intoxicating than wine,
but more interesting;
Oh, no I'm not
but I could try
to be like a fucking blade of grass
but even then the wind would blow
& I would dance, & turn to shit
or vomit
in your kitties tummy
because at least i'd be something
oh want something- you have too.
What's wrong with it?
You lyer, oh, I'd love to pinch your cheeks between some scissors
till theres holes there bleeding through staining red all your teeth,
so you can be different
because you just can't accept that you're not just doing it
to drink yourself in to a coma.
Why does that bother you puddle? Do you have the way
you rose like all the moons around uranus?
oh miranda, oh miranda, rising moon of uranus, you're so silly, cause
you're just not
above what you know.
fucking keep writing
until your hand snaps off
so maybe you could conclude
in a way
that didn't make you admit
to caring about insignificance
to being pathetic
& like a parasite underneath you rotting flesh
that smells
and hate the way
you can't know yourself
you can't be shit
without being wrong
you can't not be shit
without being wrong
wrong
right
nothing is
fuck, nothing isn't.
_____________________________________________________
Note: All "you"s in the poem
was referring to me
like i was talking to myself.
just didn't want it to seem like i was yelling at other people.
and reminded me of this sort of poem i wrote about a week ago
that i keep meaning to put up here
but i never do.
honestly though, it was really one of my favorites.
because i just wrote everything that came in to my head
and it all came in this really unconscious stream of unorganized anger.
________________________________________________
AHAHAHA
fucking hysterical laughter
my cacophony of reason
just big words
or lack there of
so I must puke them.
I don't worry, be impressed
so I'll impress
my impressive impressionability.
You don't love me,
I'm a lyer and my waste is all of carpet dust
and rags
once soaked in cherries
to look like blood
cause i'm dramatic and throw tantrums at myself
& i deny that I'm not from a fucking cylinder that fell out of the sky
oh I'm no better than some margarin
I'm more butter on your moldy bread,
not less intoxicating than wine,
but more interesting;
Oh, no I'm not
but I could try
to be like a fucking blade of grass
but even then the wind would blow
& I would dance, & turn to shit
or vomit
in your kitties tummy
because at least i'd be something
oh want something- you have too.
What's wrong with it?
You lyer, oh, I'd love to pinch your cheeks between some scissors
till theres holes there bleeding through staining red all your teeth,
so you can be different
because you just can't accept that you're not just doing it
to drink yourself in to a coma.
Why does that bother you puddle? Do you have the way
you rose like all the moons around uranus?
oh miranda, oh miranda, rising moon of uranus, you're so silly, cause
you're just not
above what you know.
fucking keep writing
until your hand snaps off
so maybe you could conclude
in a way
that didn't make you admit
to caring about insignificance
to being pathetic
& like a parasite underneath you rotting flesh
that smells
and hate the way
you can't know yourself
you can't be shit
without being wrong
you can't not be shit
without being wrong
wrong
right
nothing is
fuck, nothing isn't.
_____________________________________________________
Note: All "you"s in the poem
was referring to me
like i was talking to myself.
just didn't want it to seem like i was yelling at other people.
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