posted on Feb, 5 2004 @ 10:59 PM
this is me.
inside out upside down what you see is what you get . nothing more,
now this is me writing.
its just me writing but its not just me putting words on paper.
its birth its death its every emotion that has a name and a few that dont.
theyre dancing under the fake blue clouds and the moon that matches my sweater,
not fearing anything but an insomniacs suicide,
yet still laying in its yellow cotton comfort because they can make the flowers smell like smiles and my fingernails feel loud as they grip their
anticipating their creation on a soggy early night and their immortality through the pulp of time's garden.
but eventually i'll let them sleep between thick splattered sheets,
and once again
its will just be
theres something new for you.