**This is not about me, it is about something I read recently. I do not write these kind of poems generally, but this one just flowed, oh and it has no monkeys. Damn. Here goes.
When I was a kid just like you
I felt these 'things' called emotions
As childhod passed those did too
Now I just move through empty motions
Sometimes I sift through this thing called my soul
It's all ashes, dirt, debris, and smoke
But at the bottom something crawls through a hole
I watch it and I laugh and cry till I choke
Now, I'm not looking for a happy ending
Because I have seen the future, it looks grim
I have fucking had it with all this pretending
As I get fatter, my hope gets thin
I just long for the chaos in my head
Each disorder an ending in its own
Whatever I do, I know I will be dead
Unloved, unforgiven and unknown.
a bit depressin but i shudnt talkwith my own share of depressin poetry... i wonder what inspired u enough to write this...
ReplyDeleteah, shimmu, the line about fatter and thin is supossed to be funny :P
ReplyDeleteit's not a depressing poem as such, but just, ironic ;)
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I didnt know u write such poetry too! :D
ReplyDeleteI always thought ur poetry was just funny! :P
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ahh...u read it outta my head!!
ReplyDeleteJevvs...hey this was a funny poem man! :)
ReplyDeleteIG...Yeah, rest of your head was scary stuff, this was the only funny thing I could find.
:)
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