January 27, 2010

  • Physics class was so productive today...

    psychosis
    =self-induced hypnosis
    =medication
    =poison

    these thoughts that never stop and
    save me and
    kill me off...

    it beats my heart
    like CPR
    and beats the bloody pulp into caviar
    for flies.

    Stupid lies, my words,
    like truth in time.

    Yes the world is beautiful as
    Yes my soul is ugly.
    I crave the bitter pain
    but save the worst for last.

    scribble scrabble
    sketch and scratch
    my pen, my crutch
    writing crap
    failing class
    my life's worth scrap.

    I write in pen because
    all I write is true.
    I cross it out because
    it sounds bad to you.

    Shut up mind!
    You're stealing all my time.
    Stfu, there's only so many rhymes.
    Well, pay attention to physics
    or be a sub par statistic.

    I can't stop rhyming but
    I can't help not minding
    my Ivy League professor
    and her unheard lecture.

    In a few hours I'm dead
    and all I can do
    is rhyme curses in my head.

Comments (2)

  • add gas

  • I think I have lived this life a few decades ago when I was in college ... I know I am telling my age, but it doesn't seem to matter much any more. I love this poem and I love the way you have structured the stanzas ... it adds to me that feeling of chaos of life. I find many stanza that stand out as brilliant!

    it beats my heart
    like CPR
    and beats the bloody pulp into caviar
    for flies. (Wow this is powerful)

    I can't stop rhyming but
    I can't help not minding
    my Ivy League professor
    and her unheard lecture. (GREAT and caused me to chuckle)

    GREAT poem and thanks for sharing.

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