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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
The New Voice
This is the voice that I'm speaking
it possesses of my intelligence and my weakness
I don't speak this everyday in real life
so it's not the native, authentic voice that I'm looking for
I'm the worst person to consult
I'm the worst enemy to myself
I can't escape from this already molded voice
that had formed inside
it talks to me as much as one could talk to themselves
I crave for a new voice
A voice of a storyteller
A voice filled with ever-growing life and limitless excitement
a voice with ultimate authenticity, but also curiosity
I need a new voice
A voice of a comedian
A voice cramped with bad jokes and silly gags
a voice with humorous originality, but also empathy.
I'm still searching
wondering
creating
the new voice
The Underlying Fee
You are late,
Pay up the administration fee.
You are late,
Pay up the late fee,
You are late,
Pay up the sundry expense.
You are late,
Pay up!
Just Rambling, Nothing Serious
The begin is not the end
the end is not the end
the begin of the end is not the end
the end of the end is also not the end
so while all these drama and tragic go on and on for an infinitive amount of time
why do we have to mourn over the existent of our being
why can't we embrace it and turn it into something beautiful and joyful
but of course, it is easier said than done
not everyone had the same opinion
do you want a piece of me
or do you just want to wrack me
me, you mean me, motherf*ucking me
I knew it
it all ended with sadness and stillness
never moving again beyond your imagination
all these post production that would not continue if you were not thinking about it
so there is that dog
never come back or I will tear you apart n-word
'cuz you know what
it was not even about how sad it is
it was about what I cannot accept but to respect upon
and when I respect something
then that thing is going down
the end is not the end
the begin of the end is not the end
the end of the end is also not the end
so while all these drama and tragic go on and on for an infinitive amount of time
why do we have to mourn over the existent of our being
why can't we embrace it and turn it into something beautiful and joyful
but of course, it is easier said than done
not everyone had the same opinion
do you want a piece of me
or do you just want to wrack me
me, you mean me, motherf*ucking me
I knew it
it all ended with sadness and stillness
never moving again beyond your imagination
all these post production that would not continue if you were not thinking about it
so there is that dog
never come back or I will tear you apart n-word
'cuz you know what
it was not even about how sad it is
it was about what I cannot accept but to respect upon
and when I respect something
then that thing is going down
The Vibe
Depressed thoughts sparked violent vibe
Maintained the state from collapsing
Hindered by practical measures
Crumbled unto release
Target in the mist
Direction unknown
Diminished was hope
Recreate the false sensation
Wasted precious
Run along
Tasted the defeat
Gore in dark purple
Shaped as the void
No ends
Prepare for thy return
Street Performer
She who absorb the quacking quarter unto the sun rise
He who breathe the furious fire into the night sky
They manipulated the innocent masses
Them instigated the surreal messes
Outside them pretended
Within they procured
We Improvised
Us Sacrificed
Perform
Profit
Promote
Profit
Patient
Profit
Patrons
Profit
Patterns
Profit
Perpetuate
Profit
He who breathe the furious fire into the night sky
They manipulated the innocent masses
Them instigated the surreal messes
Outside them pretended
Within they procured
We Improvised
Us Sacrificed
Perform
Profit
Promote
Profit
Patient
Profit
Patrons
Profit
Patterns
Profit
Perpetuate
Profit
Crucify Me
It Comes As It Goes.
Nothing Stays, Everything Changes.
Whoever You Are, Whatever You Do.
Dollar Gets You, Rage Pokes Me.
When It Stays Constant, Remember Who Made It Happens.
It Belongs As It Never Is.
Let Go, Be Prepared.
Let Loose, So To Spare.
Immerse, As I Despaired.
Improve, As Time Faire.
Important As You Perceived, Shouting And Yelling.
Difficult It Seemed, Complaining Without Reason.
Gesture Suggested, Expression Revealed.
Offended Me, Defending You.
Razor Sharp, Laser Thin.
Oh. Crucify Me.
Oh. Mercy, Mercy, Me.
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