Ask for prase we think we deserve,
Despise truth we think we don’t need.
Gollop down crumbs of love,
Dollop out piles of spite/hate.
Scream so loud for truth -
We can’t hear it whisper.
Love our selves so much,
We hate any imperfection.
Want to hear nice things so much,
Well swallow down a lie.
Numb physical pain -
Suppress the Psychological.
Get used to death,
Well find something worse, to shock us into charity.
And then -
Ask for peace, thinking it impossible,
And - It is with that frame of mind.
We cripple ourselves with our words our minds our actions.
About Me
- Zimmy
- Bubbly, indecisive, cuddly and random, me bundled up into an assortment of repeated words. Life is interesting, I seem to be saying it more and more regularly these days. About me? I desire to live an extraordinary life, just as close to Gods will as I can find. I write because its the way I process life. I love words, and I love their possibilities. But as for spelling, lets just say I'm creative all round.
I love this poem... its sooo awesome and i like this name better than "Spiral" it seems to go better. :DLuv Fee <3
ReplyDelete*claps claps claps* very nice
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