You’re seeing the sounds
but reply in silence,
only causes a bigger climb in inner violence.
Screaming out louder
instead of comfort a wave of cold.
harsh, wrong response to what you are told.
My thoughts released,
creativity the key.
I let them cross the street on their own.
My name is signed,
on the dotted line.
My Brain is my thoughts home.
My thoughts wondered,
they mingled with other cognition,
they intertwined with one condition.
So long as the other thoughts are one of a kind,
this brain storm party would be fine.
But posers came,
they wore my clothes.
not only took the credit for the attire,
but they claimed to have sewn.
Not fabric but fabrication.
Not original but imitated.
your thoughts are just a fun house mirror.
Reflecting back to me my own,
But obviously fake what I was shown.
Everyone sees the disproportional view.
Everyone see’s right through you.
Stuck behind glass,
stepping cautiously not to shatter.
When you’re alone,
you’ll wonder what’s the matter.
You need escape trying to be what has been.
Cotton candy, Hollow lies and Creepy clowns are your friends till then.
people continuously get annoyed or bothered by those who get upset and angry about little things. I can understand if its just one time, one thing that’s so little and unimportant. But little things add up.
If you get 100 one dollar bills it’s still 100 dollars
just like,
If you get 2 fifty dollar bills it’s 100 dollars.
So I took a jazz class this semester and this was part of our final :)
The cat in the hat didn’t ask for a book about that.
He just put on his outfit and went through his day.
the poodle in the tutu was a big to-do
needed everyone to look his way.
But you notice the cat has a book and the poodle well no one cares about the poodle.
don’t shout out your ways, just be.
don’t take another persons face, your eyes won’t see.
don’t try so hard, if you have to define yourself then you are not.
do not ever steal what some one else has got.
you are still hollow even if you say you are full.
words don’t feed you, actions do.
looking around for hidden cameras because my life is obviously being filmed. hope viewers somewhere are enjoying it.
