the televangelist voice rang out arross the room to meet my burning ears.
i keep getting in and out of the bath]
the luke warm water blankets me
in a way that realality could never acchieve.
damn
i am tired
i listend to the televanglist in the bath
watching the gaying sky
thinking of
the color of your eyes
they are green?
no blue?
or....everything
or maybe it just your my
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no poetry. sorry.
havent written any.
i have had some crazy mood swings these past few weeks...
morbidly depressed
uncontainably happy
then
there the time in between
walking around with only
white noise
in my ears
love is a painful addiction.
but there it is again.
love: my verbal sin
i feel it is prematurely spoken.
i have seen it said over and over and over again.
i dont think i could ever
love?
why are people so nice to me?
it scares me.
why dont they just ignor me
like they used to.
.........
its the white noise again
god i think i am going crazy.
am i pulling people with me?
..............
why do i always smile around other people
only around other people.
.............
i think i can see
what i am in
the mirror
maybe
thats why i dislike my reflection
what is a reflection anyway?
it has no volume.
no mass.
its not make from little atoms
bonding together
holding it making it
solid.......
maybe we are mirrors.
showing the word what it wants to see.
tiny little faces filled with:
passon
dreams
hope
sorrow
love?
you?
us?
never?
always?
there is a daddy long leg on my mouse.
or there was...
he dropped from the cealing..
i am in the pantry....
well. bye.
good night
wow theres more spiders up there....s**t.
 BemuseDpuppet · Wed Jun 20, 2007 @ 04:58pm · 0 Comments |
