The wrath that they have for me and
The envy they have for my dreams,
Man so much emotions they hating but
For fish: i walk on water,
For the hill: i climb my way to the top,
Rubber girls and metal men!
Im a wooden boy from deep in forests
An outcast so i was Raised by wolves:
I sold hell to angels and Heaven to demons,
The leftovers i gave to mortals
Deep in the black market:
Giving out knowledge;
Watching out for the feds
I don't wanna go to jail,
But for what i believe in
They can lock up me for a thousand years.
Hanging in the corners
Those pyramids for G's
G be Genius- Geniuses be the greatest,
Looking for formulas to conduct my new experiments:
Point of interest be dull in appearance
That's the difference
between the top and the bottom,
What's above is not below:
that's just the law of oneness so i'm not duplicating,
One be all- all be the mass
Mass be the people- the people be the masses.
Escalating, moving forward
Rushes and blame me inches
Damn be ruin my phase,
That's more calculating
Aeons to the modern day:
In the 1000th day i shall rule-
Giving code of ethics to individuals
So they too can enjoy the feast.
I know I am counted
I know how to count
I know how to count on
There is utterance of disgust
There is a vein of tremor
There is high and hollow sides
Half of what I said
Is already forgotten
Half of it is on the way to erasure
But whispers aside
My knowledge will speak for itself
My knowledge will speak for myself
Even when myself powdered thinner
Than the ores of iron and mines of sand
Though porous side of myself
Breaks now, then and there
My edges are born yet again
Even when the bones are shattered
You, my readers , are closer to my words, than the heart of my bearing body, a 1000 times broken, shielded and shivering, count me on, switch me on, stitch my split edge window panes, time to move on my glass houses
After the last sentence of my last word, will last the first utterance of my unborn silence, count me on, and 1000th piece of myself, knowing my willful word for you, Closer than my deceitful heart
The Crown is always trying new ways to raise money.
However, I don’t think this thing is a bit funny.
Although we have always sworn allegiance to our King,
officials want us to pay tax on just about everything.
And now they want us to pay more money for our tea.
We have to take a stand. Do you agree with me?
I would say for this outrage, we have had enough.
In the harbor, there are ships full of the stuff.
In disguise, let us board those ships tonight.
We will dump the tea into the water. Don’t you think that’s right?
Finally got around to
writing on paper
Actually writing—
seems like forever
My pen flies,
runs away with my chicken scratch
much like a chicken
running away with its head cut off
Better write this…
feeling’s bearing down on me—
just niggling
Ever felt that way?
Like there are 999 fire ants
biting you
They crawl…bite…
just everywhere
and you wish
that you can just die
You wait for that
final fatal bite
--but it never comes
simply because it
needs that 1000th ant
It’s the magic ant
with the final deadly bite
So you are tortured
forever
You keep scratching,
itching, hurting
Never really knowing
where to scratch since
the itch is everywhere
and nowhere at all
Pretty frustrating
and so I just sigh.
Fire ants biting my heart.
*** Wrote this one because of the Ants in my towel plus I was feel angsty O_o
Gosh, that was crazzzzyy! Good thing I felt some of those ants biting me
on my shoulders and arm--then I stared at my towel and aaack,
it made my skin crawl--yeeek!!
Haha had to take a shower again-- *shudder* just thinking about it--
so nope, not for any contest ;)
I'm still waiting
How much time has elapsed
Think I'll read
While I'm waiting
I just read a chapter
I do believe my call is being answered
No, a voice on a machine echoes
"Your call will be taken in the order in which it was received"
Great
What number caller was I
Probably the 1000th caller
I'll touch up my manicure
While I'm waiting
I'm still waiting
Rats
I smudged my polish on one nail
Wonder If I have time to fix it
Before they break their necks to take my call
They must be averaging one call every ten minutes
I'll continue reading
Another chapter done
I'm still waiting
I stand here alone bare feet on this beach,
waiting for the next wave of love to sweep me off my feet.
I've seen my heart dropped from the sky and shattered into 1000 pieces,
and in each 1000th piece of my heart, lingering pain increases
This ocean was made by my tears so murky and unclear,
i've cried a lifetime's worth all in less than half a year.
So battered and beatened yet i still stand, heart still bleeding,
I would kneel on my knees, cry another lifetime, praying and pleading,
For your palm against mine, and another stance with you by my side,
giving me life again and changing my dark ocean to clear loving tides.
If each grain of sand represents the days until you're with me,
then i will count each grain and wait every day, on my knees...