supersonic
Bluelighter
probably one of the most random, and jagged non flowing poems I've ever written.
Sometimes I don't think that way,
I throw my head out of the way,
so you could stay and if I had only begun to understand why I threw my mind.
I wouldn't recoil in such a manner in which caged broken legs do, when they revere their masters.
Had I only turned the knob manually we could have seen, maybe,
I would've made something out of it all but I jumped out of the house,
I land in all the mouse
traps everywhere and heard the clickity clack of devices snapping in succession.
Admiring my happinesses repression to be a somber sad poet.
I defenitly don't show it cause after all we're trying not to trip down the hall.
Because we aren't getting up after the fall.
NO NO NO, I don't know at all.
How crazy must logic be for it to understand its madness.
How does a dog bite its own nose, in spite of its fate,
to successionally seperate the random thoughts a mind turns in the eyes of a midnight sun.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Sometimes I don't think that way,
I throw my head out of the way,
so you could stay and if I had only begun to understand why I threw my mind.
I wouldn't recoil in such a manner in which caged broken legs do, when they revere their masters.
Had I only turned the knob manually we could have seen, maybe,
I would've made something out of it all but I jumped out of the house,
I land in all the mouse
traps everywhere and heard the clickity clack of devices snapping in succession.
Admiring my happinesses repression to be a somber sad poet.
I defenitly don't show it cause after all we're trying not to trip down the hall.
Because we aren't getting up after the fall.
NO NO NO, I don't know at all.
How crazy must logic be for it to understand its madness.
How does a dog bite its own nose, in spite of its fate,
to successionally seperate the random thoughts a mind turns in the eyes of a midnight sun.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
