Absent Minded
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Those who read me
and relate
wether apostles or sane
just might be alittle bit disturbed
just perhaps be off their rocker
those who pine through my words
those whose diaries i have made it into
just mught not be soo lucky
those who know me kno wme well for a reason
trust me
Those wh relate and agree
those who think they uderstanbd couldn't possibly
this whole book is written in paradigm shifts
like inkblotts to stir the pot
to se who would confewss what to me
and now im not soo blind i do see
its not just me whose crazy
and if you can relate
if you believe and understand what ive written in these pages and works
your just as nuts
wether you believe im nostradamus
or a king
wether you believe im in a fairytale city
waiting to walk down the street in black clothing and gothic kmakeup
with a clear plastic bag full of empty packages of cigarettes
to make my stand
maybe i'll get a cocktail glass
and fill it with pills to show you all one halloween
where your sanity sits
no rules will be broken with my heart on my sleeve as i sing in the streets and beg everyone to stop the insnaity
and sleight he beast of greed
If you can relate to me
if you believe me
if you write about to me or to me
if you copy me or are inspired by me
heed the warning of inspiration
slowly does the heart deflate during cupids aching
and sure you cna break open evey lie for the truth is not forsaken
but when you relate to me and see the truth
i use these gimmicks to make you confess your insanity
to yourself
Look at me
visiting the menatl ward inside my head
still no different
stiull the victom
still a casualty of what i am
still looking to find some more people who think they know me better
still looking for answers that arent there
still looking for a medicine thats better than the sanity im wearing
a clear pastic bag full of cigarettes
and this bag comes from the most expensive storee in the city
a cocktail glass of pills of prescriptions
and i wear my heart on my sleeve
decorated in your fourleaf clovers
and trinkets of lucky crosses
and stuff a bible in my backpack for all you to see
someone set me free
and if you think you can relate to me
maybe i belong in your diary
maybe this hook of paradigm shifts of who i am or what
of what isnt wrong with me but them to make you think
ios actually something wortth me escaping
all because you think im dumb
due to thge fact i dont spell check my poetry
because i want to teach myself to type better by seeing my mistakes
so can you relate to me?
does your heart hurt everytime it beats?
does it hurt to breathe?
is the world on your shoulders?
is your body a black hole of taking the world our for a ride
because your dreams never come true?
does it matter if you throw some lottery tickets away and a dollar a quarter and a dime
just fpor better karma for someone else another day?
can you relate to those days?
can you relate to wantingf to splash paint?
can you relate to wanting to wear a different color than everyon for an entire day?
can you relate?
maybe were not soo different but im insane
absolutely crazy
not a government official milking my crits working for the government looking for other crazies
and future problematic rivalries but here goes nothing
lets stir the pot
protect me and surround me with your good intwentions and shiled me from myslef and all of your bad intentions toward me
because its spirtalling from me
and as the sed of insanity spirasl out gfrom me
and they sit in the insane asylums dreaming my nightmare screaming and crying for me and you drive them crazy
Warning
can you relate to the drug pushing wind up pill pushing doctors?
can you relate to the silent wars ive been living and wanting my happuy ending?
can you relate to the nightmare of two small towns under warfare and wanting to run away to some propoganda terrorist hell hole
and hoping maybe its better than the silent watrs of this mixing pot ghetto you live in?
can you relate to the thoughts they are all comaing to get you
watching you
studying you?
where laughing is now evil and no longer pure
where everyjoke is a stab at you nonchalantly
where no matter what you had to do in you rmind to stay alive in the middle of your two sides of lunatics to stay alive
you cant ever feel clean?
when i do this they do that and they say this and they say that with two sets of ultimatums
now my grandpa is murdered my brother was raped my mom is living in terror
tragedy after tragedy all my fault due to me being supposedly innocent
and the sattelites and the spies oive trianed
does it matter what i say when my actions are to make sense?
so you say slow down im ahead of myself?
I dont have that much time
so itry and try and try and try and try
can you relate
to wanting it soo bad
and you get mad
alweays undeer attack
never able to get away
victomised and blackmailed
and abused
and blamed in the end
so they can all have a world peace laugh?
and you want to know why im not coming back?
can you relate to that?
can you understand wy im soo need y in a love
something that never lasts a drug from the gods that doesnt exist
a fairytale from some penny from heaven cursed upon the words from the wisdoms of gothica
and now all i feel is hurt
do you se eyourslef murdered everydfay?
do you cry for soo many reasons you cant explain?
do they manipluate you and keep things at arms reach?
have you had to earn all of you rrightsone by one
and then have to worry about their feeligns and not yours and wonder if they even care about yours
when they sing theyway they do just to screw with your head
and the nightmares they write youve alreday told them not to tell anyone now on the bigscreen?
If you can relate to any of this
if anthing here inspires you
if any of this is hitting home
if you have any idea how true this is and far from reality it is
but not soo true
would you know
what i am to you
and relate
wether apostles or sane
just might be alittle bit disturbed
just perhaps be off their rocker
those who pine through my words
those whose diaries i have made it into
just mught not be soo lucky
those who know me kno wme well for a reason
trust me
Those wh relate and agree
those who think they uderstanbd couldn't possibly
this whole book is written in paradigm shifts
like inkblotts to stir the pot
to se who would confewss what to me
and now im not soo blind i do see
its not just me whose crazy
and if you can relate
if you believe and understand what ive written in these pages and works
your just as nuts
wether you believe im nostradamus
or a king
wether you believe im in a fairytale city
waiting to walk down the street in black clothing and gothic kmakeup
with a clear plastic bag full of empty packages of cigarettes
to make my stand
maybe i'll get a cocktail glass
and fill it with pills to show you all one halloween
where your sanity sits
no rules will be broken with my heart on my sleeve as i sing in the streets and beg everyone to stop the insnaity
and sleight he beast of greed
If you can relate to me
if you believe me
if you write about to me or to me
if you copy me or are inspired by me
heed the warning of inspiration
slowly does the heart deflate during cupids aching
and sure you cna break open evey lie for the truth is not forsaken
but when you relate to me and see the truth
i use these gimmicks to make you confess your insanity
to yourself
Look at me
visiting the menatl ward inside my head
still no different
stiull the victom
still a casualty of what i am
still looking to find some more people who think they know me better
still looking for answers that arent there
still looking for a medicine thats better than the sanity im wearing
a clear pastic bag full of cigarettes
and this bag comes from the most expensive storee in the city
a cocktail glass of pills of prescriptions
and i wear my heart on my sleeve
decorated in your fourleaf clovers
and trinkets of lucky crosses
and stuff a bible in my backpack for all you to see
someone set me free
and if you think you can relate to me
maybe i belong in your diary
maybe this hook of paradigm shifts of who i am or what
of what isnt wrong with me but them to make you think
ios actually something wortth me escaping
all because you think im dumb
due to thge fact i dont spell check my poetry
because i want to teach myself to type better by seeing my mistakes
so can you relate to me?
does your heart hurt everytime it beats?
does it hurt to breathe?
is the world on your shoulders?
is your body a black hole of taking the world our for a ride
because your dreams never come true?
does it matter if you throw some lottery tickets away and a dollar a quarter and a dime
just fpor better karma for someone else another day?
can you relate to those days?
can you relate to wantingf to splash paint?
can you relate to wanting to wear a different color than everyon for an entire day?
can you relate?
maybe were not soo different but im insane
absolutely crazy
not a government official milking my crits working for the government looking for other crazies
and future problematic rivalries but here goes nothing
lets stir the pot
protect me and surround me with your good intwentions and shiled me from myslef and all of your bad intentions toward me
because its spirtalling from me
and as the sed of insanity spirasl out gfrom me
and they sit in the insane asylums dreaming my nightmare screaming and crying for me and you drive them crazy
Warning
can you relate to the drug pushing wind up pill pushing doctors?
can you relate to the silent wars ive been living and wanting my happuy ending?
can you relate to the nightmare of two small towns under warfare and wanting to run away to some propoganda terrorist hell hole
and hoping maybe its better than the silent watrs of this mixing pot ghetto you live in?
can you relate to the thoughts they are all comaing to get you
watching you
studying you?
where laughing is now evil and no longer pure
where everyjoke is a stab at you nonchalantly
where no matter what you had to do in you rmind to stay alive in the middle of your two sides of lunatics to stay alive
you cant ever feel clean?
when i do this they do that and they say this and they say that with two sets of ultimatums
now my grandpa is murdered my brother was raped my mom is living in terror
tragedy after tragedy all my fault due to me being supposedly innocent
and the sattelites and the spies oive trianed
does it matter what i say when my actions are to make sense?
so you say slow down im ahead of myself?
I dont have that much time
so itry and try and try and try and try
can you relate
to wanting it soo bad
and you get mad
alweays undeer attack
never able to get away
victomised and blackmailed
and abused
and blamed in the end
so they can all have a world peace laugh?
and you want to know why im not coming back?
can you relate to that?
can you understand wy im soo need y in a love
something that never lasts a drug from the gods that doesnt exist
a fairytale from some penny from heaven cursed upon the words from the wisdoms of gothica
and now all i feel is hurt
do you se eyourslef murdered everydfay?
do you cry for soo many reasons you cant explain?
do they manipluate you and keep things at arms reach?
have you had to earn all of you rrightsone by one
and then have to worry about their feeligns and not yours and wonder if they even care about yours
when they sing theyway they do just to screw with your head
and the nightmares they write youve alreday told them not to tell anyone now on the bigscreen?
If you can relate to any of this
if anthing here inspires you
if any of this is hitting home
if you have any idea how true this is and far from reality it is
but not soo true
would you know
what i am to you
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