Vapor

LIGHT WARRIOR


Notice of absence from LIGHT WARRIOR
I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..

Picking up all of the pieces of myself still

Deja vu

Deja vu

Deja vu

Essentially alone again

My mind always wanders back to you

and you

and YOU

You influential fucking bastards!

At least now I know that its not me, nor figments in the brain that is up in my head

If I could learn to think from my sexual epicenter instead of continuing forth with the big fat scientific lie by wearing out my eyes , then they could never talk their shit about my essence

Like saying that I am crazy

That I shot up too much dope

That I am delerious

Delusional

Brain-dead

All of these things and more they have already said somewhere along the line of living thats mine

I suppose that they must see themselves somehow sitting in some spiritually divine throne of some sort

I would give them room to retort, but that would render me sleepy, restless, or bored

So, I have found out for a fact by this point in my game that its just best to consider their breath as useless vapor, and, thus, their opinions are ignored...

Talk is cheap and I cannot afford even that

The one hat that had put me on blast has been stolen, along with quite a few other items that they cannot possibly hope to adopt painlessly

As long as they latch on to my belongings, then they can rest assured that they will never feel comfortable, let alone lucky and carefree

They will never rest

Nor relax

Nor find peace

I was thrown outside to the wolves after paying way more than my dues

I guess that's what I get for insisting upon being added to the lease

My thoughts and memories are not memoirs that can just fade away

My damaged heart was reborn via technology, but its ability for acceptance will never come back to crimson from its new shade of charcoal grey

Not much more that I can say in that regard

Now I need to snap back and these fucking  employees need to get their heads out of their rectums and stop treating me like I am a God damned retard

I have every right to make my own cake and this time I am eating it all by myself

Until I get my hedgehog and/or find a new man

I am living my life the way that I choose and I am the only one who can work the pen that draws my blueprint with the only soul that can create my game plan...

6/17/2016

 

  • Author: LIGHT WARRIOR (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2016 06:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • notapoet

    Love your work, so powerful, and brutally honest, and packed with raw emotion letting the reader become a part of it and feel every word. Another great one!
    N.P.

    • LIGHT WARRIOR

      thank you very much... I appreciate that



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