People
liquating
drenched
drooping
feelings
that sway my mood
that shape the words I say
for the day
that tug and shrug
at my heart
thoughts that are homeless
that lack no home
humanless blobs
lodged in my nose globs of snot
of things I hoped that I would not
take another shot of tears for my struggles
that I deal with every day
with the acceptance of me
so that I could to be who I desire to be
that these daily struggles
are more of my daily battles
that rattles my brain
and causes my eyes to rain
because my pain can't be contain
so I wallow myself in shame
about how I am lame and weak
afraid how I am about to tweak
and snap and crackle and pop and fizzle out of life
with one uncap of my pen
I can turn my pen into a knife
to save myself from my everlasting strife
and so I don´t have to cry about it to my friend's wife
and mumble about the last tango I had with death and life
this endless struggle with the need
to stay alive
and to feel dead
to keep my feelings safe
and locked way into a safe
if only I could have a taste of the ink that droops from my pen
that stabs and takes little dabs at my soul
with the words, I sprawl into the paper forcing me to crawl back into challenges
because I fear
I am going to tear
into 2 emotionally
and have to relocate vocationally
and learn this trade
and flip the card into spades
because you won´t ever see the whole me
I use the challenges as way to escape into a wall
so I can crawl out my position cramped and ached and stand tall
But my words will cause you to fall
because I will always twist your perceptions
and always wondering what the hell I am talking about
and your mouth in a pout looking kind of like a trout
yeah my mind is twisted
my words in my writes
will fit you like tights
cause you to sink in the night
drop down low and make you wanna fight
talk shit then you just might get fisted
I am inspired by people
so poke the bear
and I´ll make the world stare my dear