An attempt at coherent expression
given2fly5
Posts: 8
What I know
I know this much
From my head to my toe
Inside, but not out
So I shout
Scream, whisper, yell
My mind I have to tell
Sold when nobody tries to sell
That much I know
Work Inside
So I can go outside
Grass will grow despite me
From fields in Hong Kong
To the flowers I water in my front lawn
The less I think, the more I know
The more I will grow
A communal harvest
An ensuing feast
But not for show
Assumptions that manifest
Is the preventable beast
Me, myself, and I
I can control
Unfounded worries are what matters least
This much I know
Sit and Wait
Something new
I can’t do it
There is something to it
My mind works in a different way
What you do right now takes me two days
Just go back to where I graze
Unthoughtful, uncaring, rude
It’s this situation,
That’s why I am searching for food
This shit is weird, this shit is wrong, this shit is different
This shit justifies my lament
All around me smog and haze
Just go back to where I graze
My reflection sees me sitting, silently
Lonely because of chosen anonymity
Fear runs all through me
Blocking out reality
One bold sprint,
A move that motivates
Do as I must
And be done, what needs be
The shit of fear decomposes and matriculates
Into the dead ground, now I look at the haze
A new place to graze
I know this much
From my head to my toe
Inside, but not out
So I shout
Scream, whisper, yell
My mind I have to tell
Sold when nobody tries to sell
That much I know
Work Inside
So I can go outside
Grass will grow despite me
From fields in Hong Kong
To the flowers I water in my front lawn
The less I think, the more I know
The more I will grow
A communal harvest
An ensuing feast
But not for show
Assumptions that manifest
Is the preventable beast
Me, myself, and I
I can control
Unfounded worries are what matters least
This much I know
Sit and Wait
Something new
I can’t do it
There is something to it
My mind works in a different way
What you do right now takes me two days
Just go back to where I graze
Unthoughtful, uncaring, rude
It’s this situation,
That’s why I am searching for food
This shit is weird, this shit is wrong, this shit is different
This shit justifies my lament
All around me smog and haze
Just go back to where I graze
My reflection sees me sitting, silently
Lonely because of chosen anonymity
Fear runs all through me
Blocking out reality
One bold sprint,
A move that motivates
Do as I must
And be done, what needs be
The shit of fear decomposes and matriculates
Into the dead ground, now I look at the haze
A new place to graze
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It rings in my head.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
ok yeah...i went back and read that part...it rules.