deepundergroundpoetry.com

The Unorganized Poetic Mind

I wish the weight of these letters
to be as heavy as a ton of feathers
floating down upon succulent ears
The world is filled with sick people
Don't linger on this idea too long though
Because we all have a different dormant disease
Everyone inhabits uniquely identical boxes
Live barley understanding how another person's life is
Staring indifferently at 3,000 ads a day
Big noises in cities that never rest for a second
How can I think straight, talk straight, when everyone beckons
Even in silence people still have a gravitational pull
I never liked the desert
Thought it was sand's braggart
Until I saw in it the Similarities between you and I
At 3 am i ripped the batteries out of my clock
Because the beating of my heart matched the tick tock
And it felt like there was a timer on my life
After a year when we kissed it was nothing like fireworks
More like soft worn T-shirts
And once again you smelled like pb&j
As a child my best friend was a dog
She never ignored me when I would talk
Maybe that's why I didn't like cats till I turned 18
In middle school clarinet class I had my first spark of confidence
I lied directly to my teachers face and got clearance
Otherwise I would have sat with xylophone girl in detention
In the grocery store with 3 dollars in my pocket
You left me yesterday and i hate big business economics
Because I'm too poor to buy a sandwich that reminds me of you
I hate 3 because of 3,000 ads that stupid 3am and only 3 dollars I had
I like 2 because of me and my dog, me and him and this paper and pad
No wonder math is the subject I despise
Like a telescope to the stars
A microscope to atoms charge
The eyes of a poet beam intensely
This creation is my expression
Lets hope it increases your perception
Of the world through kaleidoscope senses
My hands paint a scattered picture
Some think "oh how can we fix her?"
But I'm too far gone to come down now
And even if I wasn't
I happily live the childhood ruckus
Because to me the ground is still lava
And you there, the conformist, are unaware that you are melting
Written by Deerinthewoods (Whatintheworld)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 1 reads 51
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
17th August 1:57pm by admin
COMPETITIONS
6th June 9:17am by admin
COMPETITIONS
4th June 3:24pm by admin
SPEAKEASY
16th May 1:07pm by admin
POETRY
11th May 11:35am by katalon_test_user
POETRY
9th May 1:15pm by admin