scream

i wish i could
but i've nothing to say

whisper

but i have to be heard

smile

i can only fake it, now

die

not until i get home

why when eyes find me sleeping
is it harder to dream
and impossible to realize
that the world hates it when
it doesn't think you're paying attention
more than you hate it when you know
it's not paying attention to you.
scream and they'll think i'm
begging for attention,
whisper and i'm only
talking about how much i hate them,
smile, and i'm crazy, and
die they'll revere me,
but i'll never get thanked.

but i'll get my name on the wall.
this is not poetry, this is
the oppresive heat that
is bred of friction
and resentment and
ignorance.
this is what bleeds when reality cuts you
and runs away leaving you to sew yourself shut.

when mankind reinvents the speech of justice
to fit the needs of now
words lose the meaning they once held
and become jibberish,
and for want of comprehension
we follow, we're tied to
this glacier, rolling slowly toward
the oceans we refuse to believe are there.
the scales are tipped, balance forgotten
and the water is so cold

we'll be dead before realizing our own mistakes.

08/30/2007

Author's Note: this is stream of thought writing.. blah.

Posted on 08/30/2007
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