01-11-2013, 11:50 PM
I've been offline for quite some time, with no muse and not enough time to even try, but am hoping to finally spend more time on my poetry and will be bringing myself to try and criticize others again.
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How to describe how I feel some days,
trapped in this serotonin fucked haze...
The milk that curdles in your tea,
when you try hard to be carefree,
thoughts like poison in your brain,
being trapped outside in rain.
Bird shit dripping down your coat,
when phlegm sticks inside your throat,
every important thing that you forgot,
or every moment you get caught.
Shagging someone with regret,
dying for that cigarette,
running out of things to say,
the stink of your own tooth decay.
That re-infected paper cut,
fat that piles over your gut,
not knowing where you want to go,
or what expression you mean to show.
Weekends fucking with your head,
finding out your cat is dead,
falling out with all your friends,
no means and yet a thousand ends.
Losing even though you tried,
passing thoughts of suicide,
hiding scars and cloaking shame
with only your own self to blame.
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How to describe how I feel some days,
trapped in this serotonin fucked haze...
I guess it's true,
these thoughts of you,
leave me so confused,
and knowingly used.
When the milk curdles in your tea,
trying too hard to feel carefree,
smelling piss on the subway train,
being stuck for hours in the rain.
Like the bird shit on your coat,
and when phlegm sticks in your throat,
that important thing that you forgot,
or the moment when you're caught.
I want to cover my eyes,
pretend that I am wise,
nothing really makes sense,
real world is too intense.
Being poor with lots of debt,
shagging someone with regret,
it's running out of things to say,
the stink of your own tooth decay.
It's that infected paper cut,
or that bad feeling in your gut,
it's not knowing how to live,
and wanting more than they will give.
Life can be so good,
I suppose that it should,
most problems self create,
I try to think straight.
Weekends fucking with your head,
finding out your cat is dead,
seeing fat when you are thin,
feeling trapped in your own skin.
Losing even though you tried,
passing thoughts of suicide,
faking smiles when you feel shit,
the day you learn that this it.
Edit
How to describe how I feel some days,
trapped in this serotonin fucked haze...
The milk that curdles in your tea,
when you try hard to be carefree,
thoughts like poison in your brain,
being trapped outside in rain.
Bird shit dripping down your coat,
when phlegm sticks inside your throat,
every important thing that you forgot,
or every moment you get caught.
Shagging someone with regret,
dying for that cigarette,
running out of things to say,
the stink of your own tooth decay.
That re-infected paper cut,
fat that piles over your gut,
not knowing where you want to go,
or what expression you mean to show.
Weekends fucking with your head,
finding out your cat is dead,
falling out with all your friends,
no means and yet a thousand ends.
Losing even though you tried,
passing thoughts of suicide,
hiding scars and cloaking shame
with only your own self to blame.
Original
How to describe how I feel some days,
trapped in this serotonin fucked haze...
I guess it's true,
these thoughts of you,
leave me so confused,
and knowingly used.
When the milk curdles in your tea,
trying too hard to feel carefree,
smelling piss on the subway train,
being stuck for hours in the rain.
Like the bird shit on your coat,
and when phlegm sticks in your throat,
that important thing that you forgot,
or the moment when you're caught.
I want to cover my eyes,
pretend that I am wise,
nothing really makes sense,
real world is too intense.
Being poor with lots of debt,
shagging someone with regret,
it's running out of things to say,
the stink of your own tooth decay.
It's that infected paper cut,
or that bad feeling in your gut,
it's not knowing how to live,
and wanting more than they will give.
Life can be so good,
I suppose that it should,
most problems self create,
I try to think straight.
Weekends fucking with your head,
finding out your cat is dead,
seeing fat when you are thin,
feeling trapped in your own skin.
Losing even though you tried,
passing thoughts of suicide,
faking smiles when you feel shit,
the day you learn that this it.