I dislike people
Who claim to have all the answers of the universe
And cannot accept anything else than what they themselves think is right
I think you should sit down and die
Stop breathing, so I can kill you
With a bottle of correction fluid
If it bursts: mistake corrected
And we’ll all be happy, including you
You, a rich man’s last quarter
Used to dial his dying wife
A last breath
moving through her
His last words I…..you
Her last words …..you
Add ‘to’ in the middle
Who was the whore in the end ?
Was it my black pen ?
Was it this paper ?
Or something in between
Like two globes going into eachother.
Create a mutual surface
And you set your picnic basket on top
Let pigs jump out and eat them whole
As worms fly out your filthy asshole,
Then wash your hands in sin and salt
and dry your head off with pepper
Empty the empty contents into a basket
Go outside, a little un(der)dressed
Talk to walking blue blocks , they can’t hear nor see you
But they drive your cars and eat your food
Watch the hollow knight throw a raw steak at the starved, once-been princess
She will not choose happiness over steak
Travel like data and be a megabyte; spit out your children upon arrival
Run away for giant anaconda’s, just keep running… even inside a maze
And don’t forget, in space, walk towards the flesh eating plant
Be man and woman , a moment each, crazy train you must step in
And moving newspapers will warn you of your death
Play the games, collect soccerballs and run on giant rotating stone cilinders
I don’t know what they’re called…
Wipe the phone neatly with some cloth
Stand on the lightbulb and try to reach the ladder
Then you know how it feels
Touch a milk-white quartz crystal
And be calm
I tried to kill a fly
To my friends I say
‘Grow with me
Or go away’
It does not matter how many times you explain something to some people
If they do not care enough, they will not get it.
How I have changed…
How my mindspace has been rearranged
Into something liveable
Into something alive
I am no longer a broken human nor a perfect machine
Neither do I rule all that is
I am God, machine and human
In my own sphere of living
I am content
After a while, things lose even their sentimental value, to me, if there is no reason to remember the memories, that, like all things unimportant to me, get severed from the emotion I felt at that time.
This song, listening to it used to calm me down.
Now it’s just another song
This drawing, this writing, this gift
They are all meaningless like the shallow bonds they’re borne from
I live and breathe, forgetting past regressions, forgiving current ones
But the fact of the matter is, that none of you care-and I mean truly care- what goes on inside my soul.
You accept too easily what you see
Don’t you realize, that this is all just a test
And every one of you has failed?
And how I must pretend to care, when I have offended one of you
Reassure you that it’s not you I’m talking about.
Well ask yourself, do you truly care?
Does it hurt inside your soul?
And is the hurt from not being a ‘good enough friend’ or is it from truly understanding the depth of your betrayal?
I know your thoughts
I know your heart
I know your lies
But I respect your wishes
Love is not about obsession, it’s about appreciation. Love is not about worshipping someone as if he is a God, it’s about standing beside him as his Goddess. Love is about equality. Love is not about tolerance or compromise, love is about encouraging individuality and admiring each other shine, as each person rises above the stars. Love is about finding a place where you belong. A place where time and space stand still when looking in each other’s eyes. Love is about being unable to look at someone, think about someone, and not smile. Love is not about being unable to live without each other; love is about being able to, but still choosing not to. Love is about seeing how different your lover is, and relishing in that difference, simply enjoying the contrast it brings to yourself, sometimes even creating ground for interesting discussions. Love is also about seeing how similar you are, and marveling at it, using it as a way to explore the depths of each other. Love is being able to read each other’s mind and finishing each other’s sentences, it’s about just knowing what the other person would like or not simply because you understand the way they think. Love is never about argument….
Disagreement is bound to happen, but love should create a realm of openmindedness and acceptance between two people that allows them to share their views and opinions without intimidating or forcing one another. Lastly, love-true love- is about finding that one person with whom eveything just feels completely right. That one person you cannot imagine ever have spent your life without. That is love.
I cast an eye upon the weary contents of my dreams
Enigmatic concepts bordering on surreal
And although I can touch the contour of their subtle reality
The presence of light quells the gift to feel
For all the pieces that are us
Broken at odd and awkward angles
As one, we are a stained glass mural
Illuminating the walls with an enchanting display of light