cognizant.

[ohyoudbehappy]

your resilience
to opposition
makes me think
you have the
boyish charm
that makes you
cringe in my
face

i desperately
want you to
feel my words
but you
push the
air away.

the neurosis
of the
quiet coma
attacks only
when i
am awake
it pumps
like cyanide
in my veins
and makes
me scream
into the
dark.

Comments

[cmonkeysrshrimp]

i like the words you used. they sound....appealing together if that makes sense. which im sure it doesnt, but yeah. i like it.

[cinematic_end]

i know whats good for me.

<3
i love your poetry.

[chainsoffreedom]

interesting stuff (vegetables)

Whoah

[hyperjesus]

Hey Wendy, that's a good poem. I like the part about cyanide. So... ummm............ uhhh......... are you crazy? 'cuz I am.

Re: Whoah

[cowfish]

Crazy people never know they're crazy.

Re: Whoah

[hyperjesus]

you don't understand... I know the difference between right and wrong; I'm not a psychopath. It's just that... I see people, and all I want to do is cut their fucking throats open, or shoot them, or kill them some other way... but I don't think it's wrong... infact, I know it's right... but a whole buncha otherpeople think it's wrong... so I realize that they think I'm crazy... See?

p.s.

[hyperjesus]

oooh, look at me... no little freakin' camera, or b/w picture of my face up close and personal... "yeah, I'm so depressed and stuff I have to be smashed against the camera and in black and white... 'cuz that's who I am deep down inside the darkening hell that is my soul..." what the hell am I talking about? Good poem.