I'M STRANGE  9-17-01

I'M AN ODD LITTLE CREATURE
LIVING IN AN INTENSELY
DECORATED SHELL...
LIVING IN AN INTENSE-SORT
OF MIND FILLED WITH
SO MANY THINGS.
I MAKE LOUD SOUNDS
AND I TRIP AND FALL
SO MUCH...
SOMETIMES I LEAK -
THOSE THOUGHTS I HAVE
DRIP OUT, CLEAR AND
LESS COMPLICATED THAN
THEY REALLY ARE INSIDE.
I WRITE LITTLE THINGS
ABOUT BIG THINGS.
I THINK BIG THINGS
ABOUT LITTLE THINGS.
I WAIT A LOT.
I HATE THIS DRIPPING.
I SAY LITTLE THINGS
FOR SOMEONE TO HEAR
IN THE HOPE THAT I WILL
BEGIN TO STOP HURTING...
I STOPPED PAINTING MY MASK
ON EVERYDAY AND I'M
STILL TRYING TO STRIP OFF
THE ONE(S) LEFT UNDERNEATH.
I'VE BEEN DIGGING DEEPER
TRYING TO FIND A WAY OUT.
I'M NOT ALONE OFTEN
BUT I'M ALWAYS BY MYSELF.
I STOPPED FEELING BEAUTIFUL
TODAY - A PIECE DROPPED OUT...
I HAVE TROUBLE UNDERSTANDING
BECAUSE I LOST TOUCH
WITH MY INSTINCT...
I'M TRYING JUST TO
BREATHE...
I'M TRYING JUST TO
BLINK...
I'M STUCK - I'M STRANGE...
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