Absent Minded
Dear critic
Nows your chance
to pound me flat
to prove my worthlessness
in a literary world
now that you can see the parallels
the absence of foreshadowing
the epic of a fairytale
witha boring happy ending
In the mouth of madness
reason and logic ripped from my soul
I live day by day
and wonder if i should have done
exactly what i have done
sometimes i stop
by the flowerbed awhile
to admire the soft pastelles of vibrant
beauties resilient with dew
sometimes i forget the sun shines
and i don't open my blinds
i forget to wear my watch
and i don't make it on time
In the grip of sadness
I'm torn apart
rationalizing where this word should go
and where the next should start
I'm desensitizing an audience
to feel nothing at all
to read between lines
when i haven't put anything there at all
so help me father I've written another sin on paper
a confession to a god
to how much i hate him
his absence is a weed
i cannot pull
my loneliness is a garden
and this void
grows and grows and grows
sometimes I'm angry
and want to claw my way out of this world
I see it through the eyes of such insanity
and wish it could hurt
but it just breaks my heart
and it hurts too much to hate
everything all day
so i sit in boredom
staring at the walls
thinking
who should show up
to my funeral
if i died today
rose colored glasses
never did me any good
i gave them to the saints of treason
and they go down guns blazing
I'm curious by nature
so i want to see
why things do what
how this works and why
and what i can get away with
and for how long
I am a nuisance
for you to read
like my heart on this page
my soul on paper is disgusting
and i should just drown
in the charade
I'm an opinionated a@@hole sometimes
and i think
the rich are overpaid
they influence young minds
to smoke drugs
drink alcohol
have sex
and ruin their lives
and I've been condemned for much less
But in the way the world turns
I'm just a sick &*Ck looking
for attention
a madman looking for pity
who feels the need to explain himself
open himself freely
and spread himself incredibly thin
There is no opinion out there
that can change what i am
Just help me grow and improve
There is no hardship
i can't overcome
and learn from
move on from
and write it down
without metaphor
or personification
alliteration
or similies like the disasterpiece
you are mindlessly reading
Trapped here in this world
wanting a voice like a dove
wanting to be heard like the weatherman
wanting something to say better than Shakespeare
I'm crawling my way to the top
to become someone where these ramblings
will be worth
something
have a nice day
to pound me flat
to prove my worthlessness
in a literary world
now that you can see the parallels
the absence of foreshadowing
the epic of a fairytale
witha boring happy ending
In the mouth of madness
reason and logic ripped from my soul
I live day by day
and wonder if i should have done
exactly what i have done
sometimes i stop
by the flowerbed awhile
to admire the soft pastelles of vibrant
beauties resilient with dew
sometimes i forget the sun shines
and i don't open my blinds
i forget to wear my watch
and i don't make it on time
In the grip of sadness
I'm torn apart
rationalizing where this word should go
and where the next should start
I'm desensitizing an audience
to feel nothing at all
to read between lines
when i haven't put anything there at all
so help me father I've written another sin on paper
a confession to a god
to how much i hate him
his absence is a weed
i cannot pull
my loneliness is a garden
and this void
grows and grows and grows
sometimes I'm angry
and want to claw my way out of this world
I see it through the eyes of such insanity
and wish it could hurt
but it just breaks my heart
and it hurts too much to hate
everything all day
so i sit in boredom
staring at the walls
thinking
who should show up
to my funeral
if i died today
rose colored glasses
never did me any good
i gave them to the saints of treason
and they go down guns blazing
I'm curious by nature
so i want to see
why things do what
how this works and why
and what i can get away with
and for how long
I am a nuisance
for you to read
like my heart on this page
my soul on paper is disgusting
and i should just drown
in the charade
I'm an opinionated a@@hole sometimes
and i think
the rich are overpaid
they influence young minds
to smoke drugs
drink alcohol
have sex
and ruin their lives
and I've been condemned for much less
But in the way the world turns
I'm just a sick &*Ck looking
for attention
a madman looking for pity
who feels the need to explain himself
open himself freely
and spread himself incredibly thin
There is no opinion out there
that can change what i am
Just help me grow and improve
There is no hardship
i can't overcome
and learn from
move on from
and write it down
without metaphor
or personification
alliteration
or similies like the disasterpiece
you are mindlessly reading
Trapped here in this world
wanting a voice like a dove
wanting to be heard like the weatherman
wanting something to say better than Shakespeare
I'm crawling my way to the top
to become someone where these ramblings
will be worth
something
have a nice day
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