Oooooooh bagels and bread by golly
Rumors and ramekins, fools folly
This attitude aggregious
But a knick knack fecicious
Hold a tick, did you say napkins?
Not for glass jars and captains
A twist off jammed and stuck in a rut
Threads on a screw doing all the scut
A nail has it easy
All smooth and goes in easy
But time and hammer gave a chance
As long as it was done in baggy pants
So a squid with a quiver
Full of arrows did deliver
Down the narrows did they float
But on a paddle not a boat
So he ate his breakfast fast
And wiped the ink off from a blast
Broke open the container
It's no crazier than saner
Built the shelter speedily
With headphones on greedily
Balanced atop a wooden oar
A raft, no no, just such a bore
Not very analytical
But we won't become political
Since it was a higher ranking tenticle
Who made the inky wooden popsicle
A little poem nonsensical
Where sense is reprehensible
“If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill…”
- Jalaluddin Rumi
How much more sick can I get from here is what I want to know.
Wounds and reminders consist of my design and they are left treated, unkindly.
Illness is weakness and any sign of weakness I presented toward anyone of higher ranking strength very well noticed it and very well took it upon themselves to take absolute advantage of me.
Torment and disgust disguised as bullets and knives, a muted torture, and I was left tired than previously. Weaker!
Though… Maybe, in another world where I don’t doubt everything, you are of some truth. I had revealed myself weak and I am now not weak because of that escape from them… sadly, that isn’t the case for everyone, mind you.
Ignorance is the air we breathe, every breath we draw.
Perhaps we misunderstand our experiences.
12/24/16
sad and lonely,shut out from the world
no where to run from others,
they look at you in contempt to try say
get lost.
walking without a shadow,walking with
no smile.
I still continue to struggle,I lost my faith in myself
and in my mind.
I thought my freedom disappeared from me.
I continue to try my feelings.
My feelings are like a combination lock,
you have to figure out the number
I try not to hold back my tears and my anger
I want throw all of the people who put me down
and respect for who I am
but what I am,i'm a person to.I have feelings
so what if your higher ranking than me.
I show you respect when you show me respect
but there's something that you can't take away from
me.my love in god my family and my close friends
believe it