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alright, though i doubt anyone actually read my last journal, i must say that is a good thing. see, i had written this free verse poem, and in all actuality, free verse is NOT my thing, as i'm not confident enough in rhythm without rhyme. i dunno, i'm crazy like that. call me crazy? that's the name of the poem! so check it out, loves. by the way, it's really long, so hope you have patients!
Call me crazy? Poor choice of words
But words mean a thing if left unheard
Swords dulled into clubs against the skulls
of thick-headed people with pitch-black souls
My words are venom, but you have the vaccine
So how am I crazy? You don’t know me!
There is no knowing in a world without words
Call me crazy? Go ahead
I can’t hear you over the noise in my head.
The cadence song of my warped world-
The twisted imagination of a psychotic girl
It’s the anthem conceived in the corners of my mind
Creating an air of no rhythm or time
But those are not needed in a lyric-less song
It’s all irrelevant, redundant; in a world so wrong.
Call me crazy? Failure’s the phrase
Prototypes called humans left by the God that we praise?
Abandoning ourselves, yet still keeping hope
That there’s love and peace despite our spiraling slope
Hope,
faith,
peace,
love?
All are words, meaning nothing, as I stated above.
Call me crazy? That can’t be!
You have no words to convict me
Besides, there’s no crazy; no rhyme or reason
Without logic, what’s crazy? Sanity’s so unpleasing.
Welcome, my friend, to Wonderland
Or perhaps, we’re in Hell, but there is no Satan
For there can be no Satan with lack of a God
So people must take up the job
Which they excel at, I must say
For there’s no devil worse than people these days.
Call me crazy? Violent’s the expression
For my actions yell words when you refuse to listen.
You can hear the screams of my common sense
As blood leaks from the hemorrhages at sanity’s expense
The blame is on people, so let the crimson sink in
Through your pores and I’ll stir your demons within
It wakes with the realization of insatiable hate-
We may be slow in discovery, but it’s still not too late
As our torches signify a riot’s reaction
Violence is the best effect of our belligerent faction
So let there be violence, an appropriate word
Oh, wait,
words don’t exist.
Call me crazy? It’s a chaotic cry!
Chaos is necessary, I dare you defy
It’s the cause of our actions- our remaining words
And those are essential for our needs to be heard
Needs for peace, for faith, not in our so-called God
Nor in ignominious leaders who succeed only by fraud.
Forget the ignorant teachers, the blasphemous preachers
Corrupting our thoughts and polluting our minds
Bring all these misconceived notions to light
And you’ll find we need a renaissance; need a rebirth
To fix the predicaments facing all on our earth
We need a reconstruction in society’s design
Chaos is the answer that lingers in my mind.
So call me crazy. I don’t care.
Call me what you will, but just to be fair
I’ll try to remind you, yet again
That doesn’t mean a thing to me, my friend
For words don’t exist.
haha, i was up until four in the morning thinkin about this an all. that's what happens when i actually talk to my gf on the phone. it gives me insane energy and i can't sleep. what can i say, must be love? haha. anyways, though, hope you like this. my best work always seems to come from insanity and insomnia. it's an explosive combination, but sometimes deadly chemicals are exactly what we need to make things great. consider, for example, what fries would be without salt? no one like sodium, nor cloride (cuz they're both kinda dangerous!) but once you get em together they're not too bad (that's a lie. i hate salt. but i'm making a nerdy point, thank you!)
anyways, thanks for readin. tell me what you think, please. alrighty.
oh, and i'm gonna start postin on my journal once more, so now anyone who was pathetic enough to waste thier time reading this (and making me feel special heart ) will once again have something to live for!
yes, i'm always this rude/sweet. it works for me. ok, ok, i'm done this time.
i promise. no more typing.
in a minute...
can you tell i had soda? i'm good, though. later.
 the_forgotten_thought · Fri Jul 10, 2009 @ 08:28am · 0 Comments |
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