Another collection of some of my college poetry |
What colour is my brain? Fuschia? Emerald? Aquamarine? To you they might look one in the same I see swirls of gold in crystalline form The latticework of memories from the time I was born and rings of azure coated dreams In a forest of vanilla ice cream (Though they hide as much as they see) Ribbons of amber meet into coal the tears I have wept burn into my soul and this burgundy hue? I wear it like a mask to envelop the guilt I bear inside To devour the beauty (my exterior lacks) My mind's colour scheme depicts all the layers The skeleton, the flesh, the being I've become But my spirit, my sexuality, my secrets are lost I must cleanse in a river of bleach for you ... but I bathe in the colours that define me Colours that you will never see. Relieve me from my sanity I give you my responsibility to hold you, to love you, to mean the world to you... Just try before you say we're through I think to hard i disregard The things you never say aloud I theorize I prophesize The lackluster shimmer in your eyes Is only a clue to how you really feel. Oh but I'm reading in too far, Just trying to feel something real ...something deeper than a romantic moment in your car I've built you up and you bring yourself down ...Do you reject my high opinion of you? Or do you enjoy pushing me away when you feel you're about to drown? My sanity has killed you and rationality will dig your grave if only i could get my fragile-coloured mind to behave I testified I'm terrified That you feel I overcompensate I'm begging you to tell the truth and reveal to me what I can say What can I do? I'm in the way I'm nothing more than an empty soul waiting to drink from your bleeding heart a parasite from the start All that's left is an open sore and a clot in your brain There's no more room for me in your life... anymore. What do you do with wasted time? it's not a simple question Hell... I know what I would do for a klondike bar... I'd rob the grocery store with my hands in my pockets Maybe wear a trenchcoat and stilettos.... for allure I'd be the most fashionable delinquent in town Only rivaled by the streetcorner girls (i've always been envious of their power) What would I do with wasted time? Maybe the same as jesus would do. and wonder why so many people care what I do inside my hidden grave What would jesus do? Count ants? Watch grass grow? Play name that fungi?' ... but for now I wonder if i'll see jesus in hell What should I do with wasted time? I'll count the ifs, ands and buts the shoulda coulda wouldas ...What if I die before I wake? and forgot to watch ricki lake? But my tivo didn't know I died? My cable box would overload and all my shows would not be watched... Can I regret such a lonely life?... Then I Should have lived my life The way i Could have if i Would have stopped wasting time regretting forgetting re-living denying conniving Supplying my mind with tortured thoughts Instead I'll waste my time with you, My journal, my friend, my lover, my sanity I'll waste the minutes daydreaming About how good my life will be. Have you ever thought of yourself as inadequate in some respect only to find you are the most qualified? Have you ever felt your expertise was pertinent to others, But come to know everyone already learned it from you? What if it took a single moment to change your entire world, Who's to say it's for the better? but could I get any worse? I used to rely upon perfection to define who I was inside But since I've changed, i've made mistakes... who have I given my mask to? Because I recognize my face... these eyes still look the same but only deeper you will see my mind, body, and soul... unrecognizeable. Have you ever felt out of character, by acting the same as always? Or have you felt more in place by being someone else? Was I an act before my time? Or am i just now in disguise? I tell myself it's just a trick... i'll come out of hiding soon. So who is this person I see in the mirror? I like her better than myself Shes confident, alluring, one of a kind... shes here to steal the show. What happened to miss 'no-personality'? What happened to the footsteps on my face? I miss that girl i used to be... she's all I've ever known. So how do I flaunt this new me? The one with the red-ink tattoo... How can i match the booksmarts i've earned? I've never lived beyond school I used to dream of love on the run, and write about pain i'd never felt. but now that I'ved experienced all that... do I dream bigger, or live without? I dreamt of an emotional rollercoaster... to be given the life i never could have But now i'm here, stand clear, i'm taking control... I hope i forget how to land. I want to crash... burn... feel that fire in my eyes I want to kill the girl who lives beside me... and dream up someone new. have you ever wondered what life would be like, if everything went to plan? Would you be eternally happy? or resent that your future is already known? I want to know where I'm going... no turning back... As i walk upon this broken path... blindfolded and blindsided... I'll seek my destination, eventually. What if reincarnation worked through time travel? Could your past life be a result of your future? I introduce you to deja-vu. Or can you meet your soulmate there? If you die, can your soul travel back in time... and inhabit another body at a time when your body already exists? So can 2 souls, of the same person, inhabit the same time period, in 2 different bodies? Could you fall in love with yourself? Or if your soulmate a piece of you? There is a fearless cold in my heart where i am not afraid of the unknown I am frozen in time and bound to my sins but i welcome the hell In hell i am free from you i am free from your purity, your sanity you are a waste of my time you and your perfect life I have learned not to feel to grow numb to the cold for it is the heat I cannot stand. My shadows rise and fall in the breath of the night and sway to the firelight's melody my shadows blacker than darkness absorbing the colours that pervade the day My shadows are limitless and proud growing stronger as I fade away My shadows hold my secrets wherever I go Listening to my confessions at night then run away. |