Absent Minded
If you cant handle criticism do this
mixed bag
tagged me publicly this time
and im ashamed she thinks im not allowed to push her to her potential
i guess i should head to the west
and realise that some people just want to ignore the reality
that all they watn is instant gratification
and not how to improve their art and craft
shocking really
and im prepared to go to your level
got my pitchfork honey and you know i smile wors ehtan the devil
but if you cant handle anyone seeing your poetry
through your own fanmail
of how great everything you do is
then be prepared when i hand you a dose of my reality
and how cruel you are all to me when i check my fan mail that doesn t allow me to be me
thats shaping and changing the worm i am
and now im growing wings
im taking shape
dancing in candle light
humming and chanting
pricking my fingers and biting my tongue before i swallow another dose of insane religious backlash because im gay
i was born who i am
i am something the rest of you created
and all nbecause you live in a happy rose colored reality of being socially approved for lovoing some zombie you cant possibly achieve as you watch subliminal images falsh before your eyes on the csi murder mystery fear factor crime spree
icve made up your mind
turn off your critique button
and i never sign your guest book calling you spawns of satan who hide
pathological lies of good intentions
like riddles of christian life lessons you never saw coming
so when i come to you with all honesty in my bad mood
cause i gfell from my cloud
because you r cult wont let me believe what i choose
then try on this pair of shoes
and either ignore me with hat free will
or turn off your critique button
and refuse to be inspiredw ith emotion or passion
and now i see
now i see why god would never grant us eteran life
and why its all a propoganda lie
look at you look at me
we cant even get along writing poetry over the simplest muse of inspiration
and im not ashamed for myself to point the wretch of you
as i exercise my demons in a bicycle mirror in from of candles to inspire witches treading water
to hold their breath and teach them how to dissapear and dodge sprears
so come hunt me down
strike up anothe loving petition of how much we hate freedom of speach
threefold law2 you fools whatever you do unto me
will come back unto you
crawl off your pedastool
and see it through my eyes
i jusrt wanted t be myself now i stand here with this flame thrower like running man
sold out to defend my life
what a wicked world
wha t a mixed up place
if you cant handle ohnest and open feedback and iof you cant take criticism witha grain of salt of spoonfuilof sugar
THEN TURN IT OFF
and leave yourself in your own blivious universe
I do not hunt you down
and i am not stalking you
if i were it would be far more enjoyable for me and i would be laughting too hard and be causing you way more misery
there im at your level
heres my putchfork
there youre the one with the smile
go strike up the band youve won
princess of the heavens of the metaphor that creatively throws me away
every time we meet
maybe you should master that metaphor before you take it on
this is ridiculous
if you cant handle feedback turn it off
ive been told not to rant ive been told not to whine ivebeen told my poetry sucks
ive been told im the spawn of satan in my guest book
well guess what
its because of people like you with your own crazy deluded poisoned p[rayers and witch like curses upon the weakness iam
i cave into you and become what you want
happy now
happy now
happy now
now ive told you everything
are you happy now the weakness i am
the sadd little sick puppy you juysrt want to put out of its misery fightiung back
putting his own metaphors back in your head as he stumnbles onto another
predictable politacalyy gag me with a spoon if im wrtong jesus is the way and jesus is the only thing i ever thing about site to give me ever lasting life
just another symbol of your greed
you havent even mastered this one
when we cant even get along criticising poetry
now you know
so hjeres my pitchfotrk
now my smile is faded and im more jaded than you thought
so ill start on my other site where i [praise the lord until someone turns me into this mess i am here
handing the pitchfork to some angel who throwws me away everythime she feels it her pity party and not mine
if you cant handle the criticism then do this
turn off your critique button
tagged me publicly this time
and im ashamed she thinks im not allowed to push her to her potential
i guess i should head to the west
and realise that some people just want to ignore the reality
that all they watn is instant gratification
and not how to improve their art and craft
shocking really
and im prepared to go to your level
got my pitchfork honey and you know i smile wors ehtan the devil
but if you cant handle anyone seeing your poetry
through your own fanmail
of how great everything you do is
then be prepared when i hand you a dose of my reality
and how cruel you are all to me when i check my fan mail that doesn t allow me to be me
thats shaping and changing the worm i am
and now im growing wings
im taking shape
dancing in candle light
humming and chanting
pricking my fingers and biting my tongue before i swallow another dose of insane religious backlash because im gay
i was born who i am
i am something the rest of you created
and all nbecause you live in a happy rose colored reality of being socially approved for lovoing some zombie you cant possibly achieve as you watch subliminal images falsh before your eyes on the csi murder mystery fear factor crime spree
icve made up your mind
turn off your critique button
and i never sign your guest book calling you spawns of satan who hide
pathological lies of good intentions
like riddles of christian life lessons you never saw coming
so when i come to you with all honesty in my bad mood
cause i gfell from my cloud
because you r cult wont let me believe what i choose
then try on this pair of shoes
and either ignore me with hat free will
or turn off your critique button
and refuse to be inspiredw ith emotion or passion
and now i see
now i see why god would never grant us eteran life
and why its all a propoganda lie
look at you look at me
we cant even get along writing poetry over the simplest muse of inspiration
and im not ashamed for myself to point the wretch of you
as i exercise my demons in a bicycle mirror in from of candles to inspire witches treading water
to hold their breath and teach them how to dissapear and dodge sprears
so come hunt me down
strike up anothe loving petition of how much we hate freedom of speach
threefold law2 you fools whatever you do unto me
will come back unto you
crawl off your pedastool
and see it through my eyes
i jusrt wanted t be myself now i stand here with this flame thrower like running man
sold out to defend my life
what a wicked world
wha t a mixed up place
if you cant handle ohnest and open feedback and iof you cant take criticism witha grain of salt of spoonfuilof sugar
THEN TURN IT OFF
and leave yourself in your own blivious universe
I do not hunt you down
and i am not stalking you
if i were it would be far more enjoyable for me and i would be laughting too hard and be causing you way more misery
there im at your level
heres my putchfork
there youre the one with the smile
go strike up the band youve won
princess of the heavens of the metaphor that creatively throws me away
every time we meet
maybe you should master that metaphor before you take it on
this is ridiculous
if you cant handle feedback turn it off
ive been told not to rant ive been told not to whine ivebeen told my poetry sucks
ive been told im the spawn of satan in my guest book
well guess what
its because of people like you with your own crazy deluded poisoned p[rayers and witch like curses upon the weakness iam
i cave into you and become what you want
happy now
happy now
happy now
now ive told you everything
are you happy now the weakness i am
the sadd little sick puppy you juysrt want to put out of its misery fightiung back
putting his own metaphors back in your head as he stumnbles onto another
predictable politacalyy gag me with a spoon if im wrtong jesus is the way and jesus is the only thing i ever thing about site to give me ever lasting life
just another symbol of your greed
you havent even mastered this one
when we cant even get along criticising poetry
now you know
so hjeres my pitchfotrk
now my smile is faded and im more jaded than you thought
so ill start on my other site where i [praise the lord until someone turns me into this mess i am here
handing the pitchfork to some angel who throwws me away everythime she feels it her pity party and not mine
if you cant handle the criticism then do this
turn off your critique button
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