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Mind On Paper
Mind spilled
On paper
Too many thoughts
Where’s the stapler?
They say I’m a poet
So, I guess it’s time
Dare me to show it?
Life throws knives
I’m still here
Must have nine lives
On this page
You say that they all
use me, you say they're
not really my friends.
But who are you to
tell me how my road
will end?
I now see it so
clearly that the user
here is you, so who
are you to tell
me what the hell
I'm gonna do.
If you can't see what
you do to me than
you have completely
lost your mind
and I bet you
sit and wonder why
the hell I sit and
cry.
Everybody has a time in their lives when they try to figure out who they are; the reason they keep breathing, the drive behind every blink. Some of us see who we are at early stages and others become intimidated. And why wouldn’t they be? you’re cold and sometimes ruthless and the most the most heartbreaking things make you smile. Ten times a day you check if he still loves you and even though there is no evidence of faded desires, you doubt that you have the truth. He has met you. He knows what you look like, he knows your moods but he doesn’t know you, really.
The prison door flew open,
As Eleftheros was shoved in,
Falling hard onto the cold floor,
Accused of three murders,
And sentenced to death by hanging,
But before he could even get up,
He was already planning his escape,
Looking around he noticed,
That sitting on a filthy pile of straw,
Was an old man,
With long greasy hair,
And a twinge of crazy in his eyes,
"We're free!"
He suddenly exclaimed,
To Eleftheros' annoyance,
Ahhh,,,
liddle green apple 'pon my plate,
shit- you ain't ever gonna satiate
my hunger- lust- for something more,
a bacon sammich,- you know the score!
Home made bread, cut nice n thick,
whid full fat butter, yheeaa, that's the trick !
streaky bacon whid chewy rind
just cut off from a pig's behind,
I can't get out of bed
I can't face the day
I can't do anything
I just want to stay in this dark place
Where I can be alone
And no one can judge me
I'm so tired of being happy
I'm so tired of being strong
I just want to give up
And let the darkness take me
I'm so tired of fighting
I'm so tired of pretending
I just want to give up
And let the darkness consume me
This world is getting darker by the day
I want to help but I don't know what to say
Those who used to stand side by side
Have let their little differences divide
S
It is time to put all our differences on hold
We're losing the battle, the case is getting cold
We may not see eye to eye, but we all know
We're all done for if we don't give this a go
I am up there
singing by the sun
belching golden buzzers
all around me
And down here I
let fireflies lead the way
and silence sound the gong
in and out
I adorn
character of green comet
gliding amid
shining stars in varied flickers
on my way home
To a calling a million times
aborted for pastures
a prodigal among glittering stars
comes home
Too late or
late bloomer: this prodigal
"Doctor Doctor my wife needs help
She thinks she is a horse!"
"Hmm! This sounds like a serious
schizophrenic course
The treatment could be very long
And medicine is dear
You can't expect a cure for this
To come within a year
I tell you this in honesty
Of treatment and the cost
To prepare for what you should expect
So you won't feel so lost."
"Time is not a problem Doc
Whatever time it takes us
And money is no object either
She won her last three races!"
After my mother died
but before her things
were scattered about,
some of these belongings
may have stopped whispering
what they were saying about her
But some continued to speak
of a light summer breeze off the coast,
sunlight shining just so
through a dusty shop window,
beckoning her
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