twistedgear

I swear ,as I do most the time ,that once upon a time I didn't think this way ,so dull and gray is my way of thinking that if someone asked me an interesting question I'd just shrug and say ,"Yeah ,I don't think I care." If I ponder ,and I do so a lot then perhaps I'd try not to let my brain rot ,but I have this creeping suspicion that something else is to blame ,not the devil or God ,probably just my laziness that slothful urge to sit around and do nothing. Should I detest such thoughts ,nay for my thoughts are my own so I'd detest myself so I'll let it slide and justify it with a snarky answer such as ,"Would a narcissist hate his own refle

What if I happen to see in a dream a vision of you ,the cries of the past ,a heart of stone burdening the backs of lessors and betters rambling about. Talk is cheap ,just like me perhaps in this dream I could finally be free,not like an animal wondering around ,my cage is more of my mind now ,so to be free what is it to me? its the slow embrace of sleep eternal ,the mourning light not shown upon my mortal coil. Displaced without a thought ,the worries and cares not part of my plot ,a story with no meaning is what I sought but grievance I take upon this ,for when I opened my eyes the sun was shining bright ,my bane ,my enemy you see for on thi

Dim no ,light no ,sound no ,silence yes bearing down upon my chest ,my heart is beating or I think it might be ,it could be the sound of a far away drum ,maybe a delusion in my head, could it be I might be dead? No ,I'll keep it here ,were it belongs my seldom sung song of love ,a love you might know it runs deep don't you know ,I first saw him on the street whistling away a tune so discrete ,I jumped for joy ,I knew right then I'd only have eyes for him ,then in my heavy breathing and mixed up thoughts I smudged the mirror ,oh woe is me my reflection isn't it just perfect as can be!

Hello to you too ,tell me how do you do? the guy was bright the smile was right so lets sing a song about taking the piss out of respectful folks who can't take a joke right or wrong it doesn't need to be funny so let's get it on with a rubber wife who airs up and down ,can I not take her to the shop for a flat repair? The poetic stuff still isn't here I thought typing random shit might get it done but I'm not having fun.

"Sir this horse is a fine horse ,do you mind if I take it for a spin I would hope to buy this horse from you sir cause this place is such an awful din for such a nice horse ,yes a nice horse indeed look he only has 38 miles to the gallon on thee!" "Why yes I suppose he is a nice horse ,what'cha gonna pay me for him?"The inquired with a wicked smile of deceit and lies ,clearly an honest business man. "You must one of the few business men who are still true ,well I'll take him for 20 silver perhaps." "That seems fair ,since the economy is in the dumps thanks to *sir Lance a lot care* when ever you suffer serious injury they lance you up the

In a town called ,"Melancholy" I'll be waiting kept together by the strength you left me ,watching the ever aging structures around me fade like a smile soon to go from the worlds cruel gaze...do the eyes seize to stare , or do they keep burning my soul as if it isn't worth the price mother paid to bring me into the world. The gasp of people passing by as they see the boy who died along time ago in a town called ,"Melancholy" nobody admits he's grown since the passing of years and the town receded into obscurity, alas nobody is left to say ,"A boy he once was ,but wisdom did seed in his soil ,in a town called,"Melancholy" he did learn life's