Too Manic

Ink · 04-11-2013, 03:49 AM

Wrote this originally for the RSTL.. Then revised it a little bit... I want to revisit this piece and revise it again, so was curious to see some more feedback before I begin

Too Manic

I’m not kept together, I’m just neatly packaged
These eyes have bled tears that smiles blanket
And no one knows, and no one hears
‘cause I won’t tell… the end is near…

I am not a whole person, I am broken into grains
Wind blew away parts of me that don’t remain
My head is in a noose that my heart drew taut
And my mind is scarred in ways that people should not – be
So…
Slide down… from the wall to the ground…
Knees to my forehead, fingertips form a crown…
And now?... it’s the ending of this…
One last clenched fist and then… Hello bliss…

Shut these eyes into slits like sliced wrists, I’m going home
Embrace the ice kiss of steel tips, to ticks of a metronome
I’m standing on the tip of a matchstick - with a sandpaper soul
That I wear under my feet, got a habit of dragging my soles
I can’t tread the slightest distance without suffering a fire
My life’s been a wick dipped in kerosene, unraveling for a lighter
So I press these needles into veins that look like streets on a map
They pinpoint me along a road trip, I’m just following the path
I’m on my way… ETA? End of today – go
Transit is convenient when I’m my own scapegoat
Blood trickles down in beads, forming rivers - thin
Puncture wounds sting from perspiration that coats my skin
I muster up - half a grin - at the irony of the predicament
They say life isn’t for us to take, so I guess that this is petty theft
Cause I’m not worth half a cent, my networth is fraudulent
They gawk at my accomplishments, but that shit is all meaningless
The mood has gotten ominous, I’m at that point where I am optionless
And even if I had choices, I’d have nothing to weigh them with
I’m a broken instrument... staining this house, a broken pen
This will be a slow death......

Daybreak... the sun creeped in through the blinds
And shed a tear as it kissed my cheek for the first time...
Goodbye

04-11-2013, 03:49 AM	#1
Ink Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 329 Battle Record: 5-5 Rep Power: 60	Too Manic Wrote this originally for the RSTL.. Then revised it a little bit... I want to revisit this piece and revise it again, so was curious to see some more feedback before I begin Too Manic I’m not kept together, I’m just neatly packaged These eyes have bled tears that smiles blanket And no one knows, and no one hears ‘cause I won’t tell… the end is near… I am not a whole person, I am broken into grains Wind blew away parts of me that don’t remain My head is in a noose that my heart drew taut And my mind is scarred in ways that people should not – be So… Slide down… from the wall to the ground… Knees to my forehead, fingertips form a crown… And now?... it’s the ending of this… One last clenched fist and then… Hello bliss… Shut these eyes into slits like sliced wrists, I’m going home Embrace the ice kiss of steel tips, to ticks of a metronome I’m standing on the tip of a matchstick - with a sandpaper soul That I wear under my feet, got a habit of dragging my soles I can’t tread the slightest distance without suffering a fire My life’s been a wick dipped in kerosene, unraveling for a lighter So I press these needles into veins that look like streets on a map They pinpoint me along a road trip, I’m just following the path I’m on my way… ETA? End of today – go Transit is convenient when I’m my own scapegoat Blood trickles down in beads, forming rivers - thin Puncture wounds sting from perspiration that coats my skin I muster up - half a grin - at the irony of the predicament They say life isn’t for us to take, so I guess that this is petty theft Cause I’m not worth half a cent, my networth is fraudulent They gawk at my accomplishments, but that shit is all meaningless The mood has gotten ominous, I’m at that point where I am optionless And even if I had choices, I’d have nothing to weigh them with I’m a broken instrument... staining this house, a broken pen This will be a slow death...... Daybreak... the sun creeped in through the blinds And shed a tear as it kissed my cheek for the first time... Goodbye __________________ Pen and Thread Bent \| Nom \| Ink STILL working on that book I left competing for... ig: @dchang.poetry