half hollow

May 22, 2013 § Leave a comment

Smiles

gestures

blabber shit

meaningless pit –

most of times

I’m sane,

misplaced,

anywhere around

 

I laugh

I’m sad

I’m happy

I’m fucking satisfied

but instead

I’m a surface of null

a copycat

of the shit around.

 

I don’t –

I’ve never –

care for meaningless

if I’m or not

it just doesn’t matter

at least no more

than things around

seem to.

 

Order

neat

obligations

preoccupations.

O, if I could get rid of it.

 

Sometimes

I show that me,

half-hollow,

like a black hole

I’m something

yet nothing

But then –

when the sight trespass –

what am I

to someone,

but a fucking black hole.

I’m never attached

 

Then

it’s smiles

gestures

pile of shit

everything you please

that’s how I get by.

five and mad

May 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

I stare at the clock –

it is fucking 5 AM.

Hitting itself,

noisy.

 

And I’ve got nowhere to go

I hear no thoughts

and bear no light

but it’s still so dark outside.

 

Come to think

it is not I who stares at the clock

it is the clock watching me

and it never judges

although everything it sees

every second be.

 

It channels me –

wakes me up,

puts me to sleep.

Although it’s never so simple.

 

-key

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