Dancing With Calamity
Dancing With Calamity (1/1/2008)
Maybe I’m delirious or perhaps I like to swear a lot
I’m always going crazy and then tearing out my hair a lot
I wonder if I care or not. Is this fucking worth it?
I’m loosing bits of cool as I star inside the circus
What’s the purpose of the torment? What’s the cause to this effect?
I’m only being who I am with more and never less
Yet, I’m screaming from my chest with these scars upon the cavity
I’m fluent in this comedy, but I’m failing in this tragedy
I’m sailing with calamity and crashing to the sea shore
I tumble to the answers and still I can not be sure
It only bothers me more to find another question
I’m bending under pressure and I’m snapping under tension
Cause my impression was simplicity, but I thought it up illicity
Fate had another process and it really fucking sickens me
Reality is hitting me and doubts are there to bludgeon
Fuck every damn good feeling cause they’re really hard to govern
And I’m really kind of stubborn, I’m so god damn pessimistic
I already know the answer but I will not fucking listen
And right here in this instant, the change of pace will shake me
But I’m tired of the agony, so I will not let it break me
So take me to the padded walls, labeled with insanity
Let me dance here with confusion and prance here with calamity
The heart is such a prison when you let somebody in it
Praying some is left when they say they’re fucking finished
Notes: Just me approaching the mess I always create when I have something as good as this going for me. I’ve spent the past few poems letting myself drown in sadness, and I wanted to approach it differently. It’s almost as though I’m fed up with myself and my routine. I want to be better and not just for myself.
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