Im a nobody, not important like a Holiday.
Hello brain! How are you doing today?
If you dont read these words its just a waste
Sometimes I feel like im floating in space
like im on drugs but im not- its just me!
Good young average boy, clean like a whistle,
the only drug im on is this brain- its strange.
When did I get mixed up in thoughts defying 'logic'.
where did I get this talent for composing words?
Maybe its not my fault, it could be my left hand!
Thats slowly killing me without warning like oh no.
Im very peculiar hard to stop these thoughts
occasionally they would jump at me suddenly
like a mental ambush robbing me of sanity
feeling like a Junkie lately, I've been so lazy
myself in this mirror is my only enemy
Its sporadic, manic, and no drugs just me!
I wont shave my beard again, keeps growing back
I feel 'D---evil' beard again taking over.
No marijuana, no ganga the reason why im high
no Vodka, no Martini thats inside me- O why!
To keep these thoughts inside is dangerous
I write poems and verses to detox.
Ive written verses in minutes then wonder how
I ask someone to read it and they say wow!
Everything comes naturally, flowing like a stream
Im down so I cry, im happy and then I fly
round and round then back to the sky
I laugh and write wicked words, I wave them goodbye.
I get dreams that come true,O yes they do!
Is anybody out there who is just like me, I shout
keep talking to myself to reason things out.
Its like am walking through a town but feel O alone
people staring me, but it could be just me
Am I paranoid.
Its like I see and hear things cant be seen
Im like weather, changing and storming
cause as the rain stops falling the sun starts shining.
I speak to myself- am I crazy? Is anybody even normal?
Does anybody even hear me, its a mad mad world.
Like why would I blend in where I dont belong in?
Or why should I fake myself to fit in?
This brain is slowly killing me, and seriously
my poems dont belong to me occasionally they visit me!
Everyone has some form of addiction or insanity
Theres a bit of crazy in a bit of everybody
so when you point at somebody it hurts emotionally
Its confusing but makes sense mentally
No drug has ever kissed or physically touch me.
No drugs, just innocent virgin me.
Who'll condemn me, like a puzzle who'll solve me
Who'll say im mad, who can figure me
They'll never figure me, no drugs in me just me.
Mythical_Poet@artist
expressing the way I am
draft 1
Hello brain! How are you doing today?
If you dont read these words its just a waste
Sometimes I feel like im floating in space
like im on drugs but im not- its just me!
Good young average boy, clean like a whistle,
the only drug im on is this brain- its strange.
When did I get mixed up in thoughts defying 'logic'.
where did I get this talent for composing words?
Maybe its not my fault, it could be my left hand!
Thats slowly killing me without warning like oh no.
Im very peculiar hard to stop these thoughts
occasionally they would jump at me suddenly
like a mental ambush robbing me of sanity
feeling like a Junkie lately, I've been so lazy
myself in this mirror is my only enemy
Its sporadic, manic, and no drugs just me!
I wont shave my beard again, keeps growing back
I feel 'D---evil' beard again taking over.
No marijuana, no ganga the reason why im high
no Vodka, no Martini thats inside me- O why!
To keep these thoughts inside is dangerous
I write poems and verses to detox.
Ive written verses in minutes then wonder how
I ask someone to read it and they say wow!
Everything comes naturally, flowing like a stream
Im down so I cry, im happy and then I fly
round and round then back to the sky
I laugh and write wicked words, I wave them goodbye.
I get dreams that come true,O yes they do!
Is anybody out there who is just like me, I shout
keep talking to myself to reason things out.
Its like am walking through a town but feel O alone
people staring me, but it could be just me
Am I paranoid.
Its like I see and hear things cant be seen
Im like weather, changing and storming
cause as the rain stops falling the sun starts shining.
I speak to myself- am I crazy? Is anybody even normal?
Does anybody even hear me, its a mad mad world.
Like why would I blend in where I dont belong in?
Or why should I fake myself to fit in?
This brain is slowly killing me, and seriously
my poems dont belong to me occasionally they visit me!
Everyone has some form of addiction or insanity
Theres a bit of crazy in a bit of everybody
so when you point at somebody it hurts emotionally
Its confusing but makes sense mentally
No drug has ever kissed or physically touch me.
No drugs, just innocent virgin me.
Who'll condemn me, like a puzzle who'll solve me
Who'll say im mad, who can figure me
They'll never figure me, no drugs in me just me.
Mythical_Poet@artist
expressing the way I am
draft 1
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