If I inspire you to breathe, can I inspire you to see?
If I inspire you to see, can I inspire you to sing?
If I inspire you to sing, can I inspire you to dance?
If I inspire you to dance, can I inspire you to laugh?
If I inspire you to laugh, Can I inspire you to love?
If I inspire you to love, Can I inspire you to be?
If I inspire you to be, Can we be?
If we be, Can it become us?
If it becomes us, You & I will cease to exist.
You just want that loud blaring noise to stop
Maybe from outside
Maybe from inside
What you want to stop
is that deafening silence
Wracking your nerves
And pray for that comfortable threshold
You want all the surveillance to stop
Big Brother NO.
Please don’t pay attention
It will really fetch you nothing
You worry that if people don’t see you enough
You slowly fade away into
The great nothingness
You just wanna stop the countdown
and just start living up to that potential
that everyone but you keeps talking about
Who are these everyone anyways?
Internalized social consciousness
Programmed on to us
From time immemorial?
Does it matter anyway?
When the fan hits the shit
Beneath the well
In a place called
Hi. This is WordWomit here . I thank Devil’s Paradise for providing me a platform. I plan to share more of my work with y’all soon. This is partly inspired by ‘unhappy refrain’ in Imaginary garden with Real Toads and partly inspired by my shitty mood.
Fuck this shit
Writing or typing
Does it really matter
When I can nail the words
And make it shatter.
‘Content’ is a bad word
Words stripped naked of their beauty
Clinically laid out for all to see.
All this war for words
Is just misplaced anger
Like most wars are anyways.
Someone poured cement inside me
I cannot move at all
And that doesn’t stop me from shouting
And yelling and brawling and crawling.
I wanna yank myself out
One piece at a time?
The more I struggle
More I get strangled
What is this weird feeling in my stomach?
Trepidation that sits about as well as turpentine.
A sense of hopelessness building to a crescendo
And makes me punch my hand through many a walls.
This unclarity is only a given
And the reactions to it more so
Still the feeling persists
And make me sea sick.
I would puke and be done with it
But I drank no water hey.
Will this go away
Or will I fade away
Only to awaken
When the lights don’t come again.
Steady waves unfurl in
the oceans of unconscious
The mind twirls the soul
and the soul comes to moan
Yet all I see is the Inkblot splatter
Why is my well so toxic
I worry my Freudian wonders
Our lobes are continents
which we fail to explore
afraid what more adorns
this reservoir of repressed thoughts and emotions
Oh! Who would want to sail this darned ocean?
Thought no explorer ever.
She appeared on the hallways of my dream
Like the trusted friend she once was,
Outside our school auditorium she held me
All at once with her gentle yet solid embrace.
We were back once again
As ‘best friends forever’
However childish it was
I knew that she was in my corner always
She took that belief along with her
When she left me stranded
In this island of strangers
And sailed away to la la land
On her brand new friend ship.
But in that illusory moment
Conjured up in my head
Thanks to some residual memory
All that was broken is fixed
And things unsaid didn’t need to be said
She anchored me to earth again.
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