The Unwelcome Guest.There isnt a doubt in my mind that Im bleeding from the inside,Sick, Ulcerous welts swelling from my heart.Like the blind eyes of statues, vacant and hollow, churning demons fromCaverns I do not care to visit,This feeling struggles toBury deeper.Pressing past happiness and self respect,Delving along the same miserable tap my depression lurks,It makes damn sure to laugh in the face of my self worth.The beast makes lewd gestures at my pride andHe spits at my good will,Bitching out creativity and discouraging thought on the way.I just wish it had asked me to move in before it set itself upFor a long stay.
Something Small.I wrote words on paper,Long and drawn out.Words that didnt necessarilyMean a thing to you or I.I didnt change a thing.I pounded the keys on this keyboard.I wrote like I was writing my lastWill and testament.I swore things I could never reallyLive up to.I promised things that didnt really make sense.I called you over and over again.I sounded desperate and I cried.I wrapped myself in dangerous thoughtsAnd I made sure to let you in on how I felt.I did away with the niceties.I came clean.I laid here and I worried.I fretted and I let my guilt fester.I wouldnt remind myself that it wasntEntirely my fault.I just let everything overwhelmAnd over step its boundaries.Im sorry.
Recognition.Its a daunting task to say the least as avid listeners tune inTo hear me ramble once more. Id say theyre all silly children,But respectfully, I encourage their eager ears to continue usingMy absolutely horrible poetry as their muse.They dont know what theyre getting in to, building up my selfEsteem in such a way that its almost as though I enjoy writingFor them. How did they know I would take so well to theirEncouragements?Im trying new things, Im willingly put ink to paper(So to speak) and Ive found reasons not to focus on the sameTopic every time I get the urge to create.Life isnt all misery and pain, but if you were to look at some of myPieces, youd think otherwise, wouldnt you?Regardless, let us get down to the theorem at hand. I just want to thankThose who stuck it out with me, sucking up their gag reflexes over someOf my earlier works to wait and see if beyond the emo smoke andBullshit mirrors
Heroin.We sailed this ocean together, using nothing but out dated charts andA hand me down vessel which we could tell had been used before,But didnt think to worry about sooner than the trip started.So when we hit the rocky shore with our beaten to hell boat,We didnt even flinch, preferring to simply accept the crash rather thanReason with it. There was no reasoning with us at this point -But for some strange cause, we got back into our unscrupulous graveand started to sail again. Now, you and I are lost at sea, andIm not quite sure I remember how to swim.