My veins are the schematics
My conscience the pragmatics
A nuclear weapon that’s omnifarious
Self destruct the one that’s multifarious
Many parts no two the same
Doesn’t mean I’m not painfully plain
Nothing about me is distinctive
Identical and parallel, anatomy’s instinctive
So why am I so self-destructive?
You don’t need to be quite deductive
Deduce the reason and the people pleasing
My consciousness requires easing
Rhymes makes the feelings and words coalesce
Does it really makes you digress?
Words made up of morphemes
Feelings made up of morphines
Nothing without you has meaning
It isn’t held it’s given without demeaning
My schematics look better inkless
Don’t want my veins to circulate just ingress
Categories:
morphines, 12th grade, absence, age,
Form: Rhyme
She's Loved,
She feels no love, not even herself,
She's alone, But She's with Family,
she wants to end it all,
She wants to be free,
Free from her existence,
She slit her wrist,
Feeling the cold dampness on her palm,
Freedom is all she wants, a
Morphines running in her blood stream,
She can't,
She can't end it all,
She can't free herself from her meaningless existence..
Categories:
morphines, confusion, depression, lonely, lost,
Form: Free verse