This is a poem I wrote after making a nice purchase during my winter break from school. Hopefully, after reading this, you'll understand what that purchase was. (If not, my job is unfinished) Enjoy! This is... Trapped Vision:
Something within mi
Is trying to kill mi,
Trying to squash
Every aspect of my life.
Its feeding
On my thoughts,
Its sucking my blood
Directly from my heart.
Doctors can't identify it
Since it, technology
Can never detect,
Med schools have plenty books,
Yet none mention this.
Almost like a self-sentence
Yet no one knows I'm in jail.
So no one pays a visit
Or puts up bond for my bail.
The judge that imprisoned me
Looks so pretty yet familiar.
I see her everyday
That I look in the mirror.
What kind of spirit is this?
I'd rather not be concerned,
Since the more I think
It feeds
Growing larger
Doubling in size
Each time
It takes a bite
My thoughts, never to return.
Within mi it lives
Taking up residency
I wish someone will tell it
Get out!
No room! No vacancy!
Where have you come from?
Please return at once!
It had the audacity to speak back
In the same pitch as mine
Nonchalantly being exact:
"I live within everyone
All who invite me in.
The portal was left open,
On your t.v. screen.
I am the light behind the picture
The light you ignore.
I am the one who keeps you company
On nights you're filled with bore.
I am that light that curls your lips
Going up, and even down.
You should thank me for emotion
Instead you treat me like some clown.
You enjoy my entertainment
Cause you always beg for more.
Like a drug you are addicted,
If I am sex, you are a whore.
Try to rid you of me if you must
But I ensure you will fail
I'm attached to your vitals
Cut me and you too will ail.
From where I come
There's no return.
You should be delighted to hear.
Together, we have lots to learn.
We'll reenact everything
That which you see, and overhear
And for that which you don't see
Don't worry...
Your sub-conscience sees crystal clear.
And do, don't over think these theory's
They just clutter my plate."
I can't believe my ears!
Is this my fate?!
I guess this is why
The caged bird sings
To conceal its misery
From the pain
That aches and lives,
With no known remedy.
BlaqueMeramaid 2011
*Poem by Lex*
Something within mi
Is trying to kill mi,
Trying to squash
Every aspect of my life.
Its feeding
On my thoughts,
Its sucking my blood
Directly from my heart.
Doctors can't identify it
Since it, technology
Can never detect,
Med schools have plenty books,
Yet none mention this.
Almost like a self-sentence
Yet no one knows I'm in jail.
So no one pays a visit
Or puts up bond for my bail.
The judge that imprisoned me
Looks so pretty yet familiar.
I see her everyday
That I look in the mirror.
What kind of spirit is this?
I'd rather not be concerned,
Since the more I think
It feeds
Growing larger
Doubling in size
Each time
It takes a bite
My thoughts, never to return.
Within mi it lives
Taking up residency
I wish someone will tell it
Get out!
No room! No vacancy!
Where have you come from?
Please return at once!
It had the audacity to speak back
In the same pitch as mine
Nonchalantly being exact:
"I live within everyone
All who invite me in.
The portal was left open,
On your t.v. screen.
I am the light behind the picture
The light you ignore.
I am the one who keeps you company
On nights you're filled with bore.
I am that light that curls your lips
Going up, and even down.
You should thank me for emotion
Instead you treat me like some clown.
You enjoy my entertainment
Cause you always beg for more.
Like a drug you are addicted,
If I am sex, you are a whore.
Try to rid you of me if you must
But I ensure you will fail
I'm attached to your vitals
Cut me and you too will ail.
From where I come
There's no return.
You should be delighted to hear.
Together, we have lots to learn.
We'll reenact everything
That which you see, and overhear
And for that which you don't see
Don't worry...
Your sub-conscience sees crystal clear.
And do, don't over think these theory's
They just clutter my plate."
I can't believe my ears!
Is this my fate?!
I guess this is why
The caged bird sings
To conceal its misery
From the pain
That aches and lives,
With no known remedy.
BlaqueMeramaid 2011
*Poem by Lex*
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