03-26-2013, 12:33 PM
Meaning eludes me in a torrential outpouring of thought.
My pen spews poetry as beautiful nonsense,trying to comprehend myself.
Not expression, but exploration as I strive to contrive some deeper meaning from this bullshit I spit onto an empty page, beautiful, senseless garbage.
Not a poet but a madman mad at himself for his complete inability to express himself.
I cannot speak without lying, I cannot sing without choking, I cannot think without exposing a flaw in my own character.
My analysis of myself is incomplete so I write contrite little statements about myself.
My semblance of elegance gives way into decadence giving flowery descriptions of a decaying mental state.
My pen spews poetry as beautiful nonsense,trying to comprehend myself.
Not expression, but exploration as I strive to contrive some deeper meaning from this bullshit I spit onto an empty page, beautiful, senseless garbage.
Not a poet but a madman mad at himself for his complete inability to express himself.
I cannot speak without lying, I cannot sing without choking, I cannot think without exposing a flaw in my own character.
My analysis of myself is incomplete so I write contrite little statements about myself.
My semblance of elegance gives way into decadence giving flowery descriptions of a decaying mental state.
