i view myself as an abstract painting alot, im not a light coloured painting, a field, or a meddow, and im not some castle, or graveyard. maybe more like, a graveyard in a meddow, with a castle behind it heh. so this im just weird.
there's no turning back, this time, like i did before, more times then i have finger's,
and my feet are not staying here, and im not going to linger,
been here too long, and i spun around, till i got dizzy,
and everything's hazy, in my eyes, and i keep on, with so many trys,
my mind has been, fried, then submerged in some of the darkest sickest water,
and i don't know why i keep thinking, im not trying any harder,
but, i do, so what? so do you, don't tell me, im weak, and if you do, i can tell you stink,
with it, it's called fear, and no one here is the daredevil they claim to be, some of the scariest people,
can't even climb up a hill for fear of falling, im more afraid to fall, in my own mind,
because i know im never climbing a mountain, or even large building,
if there's something me on my own tiptoe's can't reach and find,
then im probley not geting it with out alittle help, and i know my limitations, and weather it's something up on a shelf,
or something with in my self, i have to go and ask for some help,
a good hug sometimes, is better then a big band-aid, makeing all the pain just fade,
squeese alittle tighter, and just let me cry alittle bit,can even be better then rubbing alcohol,
cup my hand, pull me out of this hole, i've been laying in it, i got alitttle Claustrophobic, and i think im getting used to it,
and it's gotten way to cold for me, im alittle bit of Cryophobic, and im geting alittle frost bit, from being alittle to cold, unable to open up,
suspended in mid air, pulled up by the roots of my hair, finding it alittle tuff to get back down, first im down, then im up,
like some sort of weird painting, useing every color found in an average crayon box, let me stand up on it, im not going to turn back,
i've got to keep my feet going, even though, im alittle abstract.
Poetry by Gothic geisha
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Written on 2007-05-13 at 22:34
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Abstract
i am the abstract, and im coming back, like im some sort of counter attack,there's no turning back, this time, like i did before, more times then i have finger's,
and my feet are not staying here, and im not going to linger,
been here too long, and i spun around, till i got dizzy,
and everything's hazy, in my eyes, and i keep on, with so many trys,
my mind has been, fried, then submerged in some of the darkest sickest water,
and i don't know why i keep thinking, im not trying any harder,
but, i do, so what? so do you, don't tell me, im weak, and if you do, i can tell you stink,
with it, it's called fear, and no one here is the daredevil they claim to be, some of the scariest people,
can't even climb up a hill for fear of falling, im more afraid to fall, in my own mind,
because i know im never climbing a mountain, or even large building,
if there's something me on my own tiptoe's can't reach and find,
then im probley not geting it with out alittle help, and i know my limitations, and weather it's something up on a shelf,
or something with in my self, i have to go and ask for some help,
a good hug sometimes, is better then a big band-aid, makeing all the pain just fade,
squeese alittle tighter, and just let me cry alittle bit,can even be better then rubbing alcohol,
cup my hand, pull me out of this hole, i've been laying in it, i got alitttle Claustrophobic, and i think im getting used to it,
and it's gotten way to cold for me, im alittle bit of Cryophobic, and im geting alittle frost bit, from being alittle to cold, unable to open up,
suspended in mid air, pulled up by the roots of my hair, finding it alittle tuff to get back down, first im down, then im up,
like some sort of weird painting, useing every color found in an average crayon box, let me stand up on it, im not going to turn back,
i've got to keep my feet going, even though, im alittle abstract.
Poetry by Gothic geisha
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Written on 2007-05-13 at 22:34
Tags Abstract Weird Bizarre
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