listening to // brand new (like always)
mood // indefinate
dude..i can go, sweet. i'm excited.
its time for me to write a poem, a poem that doesnt make sense...
....dude
i dont think anyone knows what bipolar means, its when you change moods from one extreme to another...right? use it correctly
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i know all the wrong anwsers
to all your perfect questions
all the things coming in my ear
die in my brain and slowly slip out the other
then i burn my lungs silently screaming loud enough for you to hear
nothing i bathe in can wash your words away
its assult with a deadly weapon--your tounge
die brain, die
i wish i was stupid, because all the stupid people i know are happy. or maybe i just think they're stupid because they're hapy and im bitter that im not
write a poem. it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not. if it is you then it is real and that is what makes poetry good. that is what makes poetry what it is. you know?
sorry if i make no sense right now, i am full of tears and mised up thoughts after finding out some upsetting news. all will be well though.
this may be a little late but i love your layout...i havent been on in a while...
and your poem is awesome