POEMS OF SATURDAY

CONFESSIONS

U think I wanted this- I wish I was like everyone else

social, more down to earth and trendy, more to the crowd

instead I talk to myself and shy from the crowds

a recluse by nature like Emily Dickinson.

Always been like this- was always a quiet kid

who never had much friends except one or two

im not mean, im just me, im not selfish but I tend to be

Im so afraid of myself Id rather lock myself

for what its worth its for my health.

My short term memory is not so good.

 I get hungry and then lose appetite. Everything is slowed. 

Last night feels like last week. Cant remember a week ago. 

Im in a zone with a kick of dopamine

 I get occasional highs like a chemical erruptions 

bursting in my brain.

Its all pyschologic, I have a disorder

Im lazy Im depressed im a mess

No motivation for nothing

except eating and sleeping

Im weak, im weak, wont shave my beard

then I write poems that give  much relief

Im telling you im not normal nobody listens

im telling you somethings wrong with me but you wont see

im tryna tell you in my poems but nobody hears

im telling you why im left handed and that its all psychological

Its obvious I'll never fit into this world, I make my peace

help!

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I HEARD THE OLD VOICE CALLING
STAY FOCUSED OR ELSE I'M FALLING
THERE'S A REASON IM IN THIS PLACE
ITS ALL ON ME TO WIN THIS RACE

THE WORLD HAS TO HEAR MY STORY
THAT'S THE REASON I WRITE IN POETRY
OH HOW HE PLACED THAT GIFT IN ME

TO PUBLISH, GOD IS SO PUSHING ME

CUZ,

MY LIFE CHANGED WHEN I WAS SEVEN

ONLY MY PEOPLE WILL GET THIS POEM

I KNOW ITS MY DUTY TO SHARE IT

FOR MANY PEOPLE HAVE TO HEAR IT

 

 

SANDY

I saw Sandy soaring, sailing to our shores
she,curiously counting & climbing in chores
wild & wet this woman, my moods upset
looks like a touch down drama I'll regret

Sandy go back home nobody wants you here
And see Im losing money cuz of you I swear
while you make few rich-- many stay poor

Its time you leave we dont want you no more.

Mythical_Poet