Head
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When we make decisions we lead with logic or emotion
So the final outcome won’t make us feel like we’re drowning in the ocean
The head makes sense and thinks of the long run
Swimming through my lake of thoughts
I gaze and then behold,
The dreams are singing, and hopes are ringing
The young and also the old
there's this jellyfishstuck in my headhe swims there day and nightand lights up the darkinside of my skulla bioluminescent, fluorescent jellyfishswollen and pinkhe likes to shock me
My dog really loves to be scratched
On his ears and head
Oscar, so cute, he makes me happy
I have butterflies in my chest
I thought I could put them to rest
stop their flittering, fluttering panic.
a day ago
a week ago
a month ago
a year ago
forever ago
a heart beat is when the heart speaks
i guess it says a lot about you when you come around
a constant uproar as it pounds my chest
im lusting for your flesh im lusting for your best
And so the hairy fat ape raped the
puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell
limp down the stairs of its
sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird
winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing,
facing the corner,
I have an innovative mind
One with many characters and personalities
My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams
They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
For me, my drummer beats,
Da boom, da boom.
He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo.
When I'm running--
Dadub-dadub-dadub!
Or when I meditate,
Daa boom. Daa boom.
Life is wrought a letter,
Written slow to live the read,
Longing to be tucked away,
For living long in Heart.
And yours, while still it beats,
Pumps Ink unto the Pages,
Beyond the exterior roars confusion
A rhapsody of complete destruction
When a heart and head fight
There’s no fair end in sight
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
Sad to say
To my dismay
I waste away my day
Trying to find the words to say
To make you stay
But my silence just pushes you away.
So here I am instead
Laying here in bed
Addicted to organization
through words, throughout your thoughts
Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"
within your fears and your doubts
Addicted to the words that bring you up
Sometimes I feel like it's all my fault,
like I brought this family down.
Like I'm the reason mama's always crying,
