Poem Details
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Title: | cocktail diagnosis |
Author: | bloch |
Date Submitted: | 9/18/2013 |
Poem: |
Am I normal, crazy or sad when I write? Moods toss and turn like I do in the night I covered it up most my life but we all knew something was wrong cause me, myself, and I cant seem to get along the world revolves around me, it has my soul surrounded the world doesnt notice me and I dont want to be around it I love life, i swear I hate it, sometimes im not sure at times it crystal clear, at other times, a blur its hard to understand you, but I know where you''re coming from i dont want to hear it, I want to drink some more rum if I died, which way would I prefer it? Some say suicide is for cowards, I feel it takes courage because everyone is safe here where they are scared to meet the unknown, hiding behind a moral I need you to get out of my face, wait, where are you going? Pulse is rising, chest is cracking, racing thoughts are flowing I hibernate four months out of the year, well it adds up to four months Sleep all day, watch tv, avoid people, leave the house only for lunch The rest of the year, sex is a priority All I can think about is having fun, and F you if you''re ignoring me Somwhere in between, I find that I can draw I can write, paint, sing, and play the guitar And for some reason I can understand physics, I can detect the truth I can manipulate the system like a lawyer without proof The American dream is for dreams to come true Well, my dreams come alive, out of my head, in full view Hallucinations and voices, my lifes full of poor choices Im a roller coaster with a loaded gun in the holster I imagine life and death; mine yours and the neighbors Punishment might be a reason to live, Hercules and his labors Twisted, demented, unrepentant I hope and doubt that one day I''ll feel redemption My crime is my passion, betrayal is my shadow Remorse versus my ambition, a never ending battle Confession or expression? Hell, I dont know You never know, thats the only thing I know, you know? Gotta go... |