prolapsusofthesoul

this is my life it is not yours wisdom is what you see when you look in my eyes it is not yours this yearning inside when you look in my eyes you see the pain this yearning inside grows each day you see the pain it eats me up i evolve each day into a scared little girl it eats me up the recession a scared little girl is what i am i have recessed because i have grown too wise i am an old woman i've seen too much grown too wise i can only go back i've seen too much this is my life i'm on my way back and you can see this when you look in my eyes

i live in a cage of flesh and blood that inhibits me i live in a cage of societal actions that stifle my creativity i live in a cage of welded steel i want to fly away i live in a cage i've created for myself, that's all i have to say

purposely plucking yet pondering murderously she studies history's hankering for homicide vividly videos violate her mind displaying depravity she finds so divine ardent assertion of regulation ruled at the start but mindless morals of modern society have made murder a dying art

The Melancholy Bloom This is a story about a girl. She was not a typical girl or an ordinary girl. She was a sad girl. This girl's name was Luna C. Luna C. could have been a beautiful girl, but her sadness robbed her of her luster. Her long hair was as black as sorrow; her eyes as dark as the deepest abyss, and just as secretive; and her skin, well, it was as pale as bleached bone.  Her sorrow started at the very core of her soul and radiated outward and it was as contagious as the plague. Anything she came in contact with would be infected with her dismal disease. It was for this reason that the town's people would avoid the miserable girl.

yelling, tearing, hating, scaring always going, never caring here we are in this big ol' world but all alone are the boys and girls they're seeking silence deep within but they know, deep inside they'll never win yet they continue on full of spite but they know, to the elders, they'll never be right always condemned, always spurned they never dodge the elders' burn they just stand defiant all day long they never listen and never know they are wrong

life is a blur i live in ignorance with half of yesterday's news i'm five minutes behind running to catch up but i'm running in slow motin zombies mock me i cry tears of frustration and the seer my skin i puke my happiness from emotional exhaustion like a wild horse i have been broken my heart is torn open blood flows freely from my pores it flows freer than i can ever dream to be livlier than i will ever be i fall into step with the zombies around me who try to pass themselves off as human

i am essentially two beings trying crying prying my way to end the duality and reach individuality to end the madness the contradiction and finally convert and compact compress meld into myself and become one being not broken images reaching helplessly for glue to end the eternal internal battle fight brawl for dominance in a place where equality is an impossibility

Frolicking through fields of barbed wire I think about glorious mutilation of the human body and mind I continue towards the edge of the metallc field and gaze up to admire majestic smoke stacks I breathe the fragrant air that kills It eats our atmosphere and my lungs I stroll into town to see the arts and admire the tango of mugger and victim I continue home where surely there's music a symphony of screams and punches greets me this is truly the land of opportunity