nothing really works for me these days.
phnoey noises caressing my ears
trying to make me pick up the nails
just so i can stick them into my eyeballs
my obsessional thoughts gives me chills upon my back
but i'm alright.
even though
every once in a while
i grab the lightbulb around my ankle
and i pet it
like it was a cat
i pet it 'till it spinns
and then
i always break down and cry.
and so
i wake up
as always
i'm still in this disgusting bed
with a hundred of other people
trying to fing the edge
so i can get out
get out of bed.
but my obsession can never let things go
so it seems
like i'm never getting out
trapped in bed
a hundred times
over and over again.
Poetry by kathleen
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Written on 2006-08-12 at 22:33
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phoney ideas by an obsessed mind.
phnoey noises caressing my ears
trying to make me pick up the nails
just so i can stick them into my eyeballs
my obsessional thoughts gives me chills upon my back
but i'm alright.
even though
every once in a while
i grab the lightbulb around my ankle
and i pet it
like it was a cat
i pet it 'till it spinns
and then
i always break down and cry.
and so
i wake up
as always
i'm still in this disgusting bed
with a hundred of other people
trying to fing the edge
so i can get out
get out of bed.
but my obsession can never let things go
so it seems
like i'm never getting out
trapped in bed
a hundred times
over and over again.
Poetry by kathleen
Read 751 times
Written on 2006-08-12 at 22:33
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