So I wake up and buy a ticket to nowhere,
a one way ride into the emptiness of my mind
To prove to myself
That an immigrant of logic won’t just migrate to the cockles of my heart
Which contains all my choice of reason and words that do not rhyme
In order to wake up from reality
And fall back into my dreams
Where it’s just you and me and a camera
That captures every moment of the feelings I long to express in words
But no words can express.
How cliché of me… (stop)
But I guess that’s poetry.
Clichéd phrases with meanings out of the ordinary
That dig into that uncomprehended soul of wisdom and artistry.
A jumble and mumble of moody complaints
Inspired by a leaf falling and landing on the window
Leading to conclusions
Of why we live
In a world so cold and full of nothing but shit
And the fact that we chase that shit up and down empty ally ways
Pursuing for a false light of hope
To ignite that love that will probably be buried under all your insecurities.
So wake up
To the fact that poetry is derived form red roses and blue violets
That are actually not blue, but violet.
But you see
That is what a poet does;
They confuse and mesmerize you with words
Injected by the drugs of insanity
Mixing them into cocktails of forgotten questions.
Wake up to the fact that poets are just talented spinners of reality
And I am proud to say
I belong to the community of frustrated spinners
Who search for deepness in shallow chocolate milk cartons and vodka bottles, or any bottle
Or the romantic side of an earlobe.
I just have a talent for rotating perspectives into phrases
That only I will understand
But that somehow you’ll feel them in the deepness of your veins
As they crash into your inner thoughts
That make you believe that I am actually writing about something worth while. Well I’m not;
This is not the sign you were looking for in the starry night
That is just as hidden as your desires for that kiss.
This is just me,
Throwing out random thoughts
Of just about every painful nip
That has been taken to my battered mind and built heart.
Wake up into the parallel dimension
Where these words transport you away
From your death eating, agonizing, time consuming, worthless and pitiful complications
To figure try out what in the world I am writing about.