Wasting away on my colorful planet, I take great comfort in the non comical fact that life and it's cynic humor won't get the last laugh.
I'm going to keep whatever is pulsing so strongly through me alive.
Alive and well in my rainbow wasteland of intense thought.
Others will try to suck what's not theirs from my mind, take it and use it for malicious tricks to transform this brain into a limited brick.
I won't allow it, I won't take any less than what I deserve.
I should convey a prettier place for my body, my human relic to lay.
I want the soft, genuine kisses on my neck, the graceful interlock of hands, eyes connecting their thoughts to more than just apperance and glorified looks.
I'll climb down from this nook I've stayed in plotting, plotting revenge and contagious diseased flesh spreading across the nation's content that holds the most of it's stupidity.
The evil cackles, and loud howls of the unworthy will no longer phase me.
Whatever life has in store for me I'll force to make precious gift out of it. The visions I'll elaborate will be less sick.
The creatures that lurk and growl, I'll stab and savagely murder, a prized remembrance, their decapitated heads positioned precisely on my mantel.
The rest is simple, start anew, taking frequent visits to the zen beaches within my skull.
Take what was so tall and intimidating, all that made me inferior and rip it down.
Shred it all like thin pieces of paper.
Allow no one to saver the memory of the day I lost my mind.
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