I'm about to make a fucking wall of poems...
Starting with this one I just found in my 4th grade notebook. I made a few minor modifications and added a line or two...
The Men in the White Coats
Here come the men in the white coats.
They're going to take you away to that place.
That place with the white walls.
They're going to take you to the void.
To the unknown.
The place of confusion.
They're going to take you away.
They're going to make you live with the crazies.
They're going to have you pushing up daisies.
They're going to disect you.
Inspect you.
Misdirect you.
INFECT YOU.
They're going to leave you in a little white room.
Foaming at the mouth.
Cloudy Eyes.
They're going to make you DIE.
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Ah, here's another. I found this one in the same note book.
Space
Space.
I need my space...
And if you don't give me it,
You're going to be in deep shit...
If you really are the one caring,
Then stop your stupid staring.
It may be that I'm already crazy like that,
But if you still fail to see my point,
I'll just smash in your face with a baseball bat.
I need my space...
Get away from me,
I'm going to do worse than just use mace on your ass,
Infact, I'll smash in your fucking face or impale you with broken glass,
You think I'm sick,
You think I'm crazy,
Well, I think you need to suck it up and be a man,
I'll shut you up myself when I can.
I'm just your average every day kid,
So put a lid on it,
I'm tired of this shit,
So give me my space,
And stay out of my face.
I know the Truth
I see through your illusion,
Your deception doesn't phase me,
My grip on reality slowly disappears as I'm drifting away in my own bubble of insanity,
You haven't the slightest idea that you still can't control me...
You think that I am your slave,
I beg to differ,
You always find the words to say to me,
I know better,
But something is holding me back,
I cause you confusion,
I watch as you slip away into delusion,
I laugh cause you're seeing hallucinations,
I love that look on your face,
Here's the hole,
Here's the ace,
I know I'm a player, but I be ballin',
And if that's a crime,
We know damn well that I'm guilty,
You think you own me,
But the truth is that I drive you crazy,
The only one who owns anyone here is me.
UltimateAxl
I can't leave this blog without no comments! ;)
A wall of poems you say? That's interesting, and besides, they are really fun to read, only if you have an open mind of what they write.
ADR3-N
Mine are usually just disturbing though.