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Reaction FormationI taste your tears -
a deep and forbidden slumber
etched into the thighs
of ebony trees.
You're a monster,
and I don't regret one bit of your sadness.
Beautiful and well-composed,
but an image is just an image after all.
False FriendshipDo you know what it's like
to watch your friendships burn in hell,
to climb a bottomless void one cannot escape?
Do you know what it's like
to see your depression and tears
cause amusement in somebody
you cared about?
Do you know what it's like
to feel lonely as a result of knowing
you had just another false friendship?
Do you know what it's like to feel worthy of existence
in somebody's eyes, and then forgotten?
Ode to Character XYou're so smart
a sense of intrigue
bleeding through my fingertips.
music taste exceptional.
Hooray for Time LapsesI sold my soul.
I am walking emotionless,
a zombie trapped in a human's body.
Unable to feel restrained by insecurities
and doubts, a time lapse has just rewarded me.
because my mind is constantly
trying to fill in holes to situations
that are out of my control.
Those holes become increasingly expansive
as time goes by,
situations piled on top of each other.
My thoughts of knitting thoughts are
and my focus is replaced by chaos.
Dreamless SleepAdrift in dreamless sleep
the light seemed to fail me -
a rabbit walking endlessly down
my thoughts, shadowed by a blanket
haze of my own significance.
Consumed by time,
wallowing in a pattern I cannot escape,
suffocated by a treacherous sea of blight.
This is the escapade I have to lead,
treading plinths of the dead.
Ode to Surrealistic Dark NonsenseChild with remedies for over-thinking everything
is a necessity.
Married to consciousness,
automatic reasoning becomes screened.
Deviation towards subjectivity flamed. Sirens bleeding visions in my bloody hands again.
A nuisance arriving at the pinpoint destination of treason
in need of pleading revenge towards a vile choice of living
through means of corrupt dreaming. Neurons soar delicately in red fields,
extracted pulsations knitted through gravel songs spat as leftover seeds of sunflower gods.
This is nonsense splurged through my goat-coated insides caving in on the string of a test pilot’s balloon.
Lukewarm polychrome stick figures weep a false tale of
climbing trees and the usual stuff.
A Ridiculous Tale About LadytronLadytron stepped on Moroder's tail
dancing to Chase, a song that couldn't help but make innocent people dance.
It's safe to say that Ladytron performed on Blue Mondays, making nostalgia an inevitable part of life.
Ladytron wore my Blue Jeans as soft as a cloud, a fashionable item
that came from the end of the galaxy,
pockets stuffed with 8-bits, She-reminiscent tracks that arched upon the domes of Destination Luna4,
moon beating faster than a terrifying rocket
moon dancing like a maniac
in the sky.
Ladytron knew that it was
to ponder abstract lyrics tied in with human relationships,
contemplation made possible
through prearranged awesomesauce by Ladytron's ambitions.
Turn It On - turn on the ignition
of Ladytron's fashionable sleek electroop noise
glistening through light switches as flickering intuitions
that made old men gather earplugs for the fishes.
It's true that Ladytron threw parties in space
opening up alien vaults in every single planet,
knowing how to have a good time b
ParadeI have a parade in my head.
and everybody's laughing.
Circus folk are ravaging their dreams
in hopes of creating newer aspirations.
They say beauty is skin deep,
and passion is a crime.
I don't care because circus folk
continue to weave creativity through sun drops,
people being tossed into the air as a gravitation towards light.
Er, Boobs Are The Sh*tHello, you can call me Thai.
You might not know me, but you know and I know and we know that today is a very special day. And it happens every day.
It's a celebration, but let me just stop to say that you're an awesome person. However, I have a short term memory and I keep forgetting that you're a female. In other words, I keep forgetting to tell you about national boob day.
And I'm not talking about cancer...
I'm talking about how awesome it is to be a Woman. And our boobs, most of all, make us awesome.
Because, no one has a more beautiful portable extension that changes the entire perspective of a nation positively and respectively and... can be exalted without being vulgar by the likes of men and women in a way that is apart of why everything is created, lol. It is possibly the most adored feature in the sense that they're lushes, soft, round, and Beautiful...
Very much what is described as a wo
Jest In TimeDid anyone get the joke?
If ever there was any laughter,
all of it was canned.
Could there be laughter still,
in the light of the sinking sun?
Look out, the laugh might be landing,
it might settle on you
Yeah, didn't we laugh,
howling and groaning,
we just didn't know, cluelessly
for the last laugh, cut short
when the coin jangled
on the hardwood floor.
I ryby (piosenkowiersz)rogale przejęły władzę
nad moim kartonem z bułki
poszliśmy nad rzekę
nie mamy nic wspólnego z tym
rzeka rymuje się z bułką
trzeba tylko w to uwierzyć
nie potrzebna mi herbata
będę rzucać folią w ścianę
kreatywność i ryby
i ryby i tablica
i nie zapominajmy o rybach
to wcale nie kwiatki
to kapelusze z liśćmi
nie mają uszu
ListenHear my little story
Let it sneak into your ear
Listen closely now
Before I disappear
Mystery surrounds us
Fantasy closes in
Soon you will espy
What steely eyes make clear
I’m not a fabrication
Nor a phantom of the insane
Niether a cause of sporadic imagination
Hither I hover, here
But a sprite.
A magical little elf
Now will you please listen to my-
He seems to have fainted.
No one ever listens to my story.
Life Taken for GrantedProviding as a stability
For other fellow man
Before time runs its course
Importance to the self
Remains but a myth.
Productivity is the main motive
Behind the new species
Born and nurtured into
A prison developed from its own blood.
As if confinement was not
Enough in the first place
The professing of
Existing as a chemical imbalance
Adds to the box of surprises.
Which you pride
Yourselves in or offer to me
Though your emptiness
Reflects off of my very being
What does it say about you?
Blissful dream states
Infatuated to the
Perceiving and plagiarizing of ideals
Bent until broken
In meaning and living.
No evidence hold true
Nor makes it through
The solid reality
Colliding right before you...
Over simplification bleeds
Through the satin of common sense
Then staining the intellect
Until there is no room
For new concepts or beliefs.
Peoples,I do not feel like doing everything
All at the same time
In perfect detail
While reading your mind
Teenage ProblemTeenage Problem
Not the American average
I’m weird and different
Yet I am very proud of it
I consider myself a child
I don’t want to grow up
All my thoughts are piled
On a CometI needed some space,
So I hitched a ride
On a comet.
His name was Ison.
“I’s on my way to the Sun.” he said
As we sped
Past the inner planets,
An elliptical, orbital,
At the Sun-
Who easily won
While scientists solemnly gasped
At the sight
Of a broken comet
(They didn’t know I was on it),
But they saw me escape
(As I knew I must)-
They thought it was only
Hot pebbles and dust
In a golden ray.
I must say,
I’m awfully glad
They didn’t give chase
Because I just
needed. some. space.
Ode to 'Quotidian''Quotidian' is a powerful word -
everyday, you sing your quotidian
song to the parrot
hoping it will learn to speak
with eloquent grace -
of quotidian questions
of inquisitive quotas
of quintuple inquiries.
The parrot will repeat everything,
your sweet quotidian schedule
that wraps itself around your neck,
your sleek quotidian quirkiness
in the roots of society,
your bleak quotidian obsession
with the word 'quotidian' itself.
You will sing to the parrot
the powerful tool that words are,
the quotidian dialect between
human beings and their aliens
or the need to search for
a word without an adverb.
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