Work in Progress (A Poet's Mind.)

Stars blanket the blank expanse as your lifted soul paints the sky with promise of new life and freedom.
Shining brightly like a spider's web wet in the dew of early morn, you wiggle and wriggle in the stagnant nothing.
A soul in space, as simple as a child reaching for the comfort of a warm chest and slow heartbeat.
Finding only the cold of your existance, you long for the nexus of society and manor. You, as is the theme of our century, long for love.
This a child's mind.

Engorged with lust and hot in the light of the wobble of the world, you set yourself apart. Through memory or rhetoric you align yourself on a path of the brightest promise. You let the past drive the future, and you grow. Now, at the peak of the mountain, you stand and shine for all to see. You wait for another in response, to join you. You strain your eyes and see the sin at the base of the mountain. You, in disgust, claw at rock and ash to surpass the summit. To truly let the world see what it cannot in the dense cloud of greed and sin, you must harden your resolve.

This is a hopeful mind.

Passion is the carrot on a string.
You have damned yourself. You convulse in puke and piss, seeking the blood that remains the lesser of evils.
You cannot be situated at the table of pop music or goth underwear. You in your rage and sorrow are alone in the absolute.
This is a Unique Mind. This is a failed abortion.

Time in listless lines meanders by. A light that once guided a childs mind towards pseudo-pop and black socks fades into submission to the mountain.
To inspire the blinking lights in the hearts of a conformist a tease. A kiss with your dick in your hand. You learn it doesnt last. You will inspire nobody. You have two choices.

This is Ghandi. This is Hitler.

You take the third. You find warmth in your own flesh as u dig and suffer. Your being flares and, as a thunder break, vanishes.

This is a suicide.
This is the hope of another chance.

To be of an unlike mind is to be truely alone.
Consider this well before you take up arms in martyrdom.
Nobody will care for you. Nobody will save you.
You will only mock those who's lives where givin in the name of truth and understanding.
You will die alone or you will die a lie.
Do not fret in your days of youth - for the love of the life u so adamantly wish to live to it's fullest - GIVE UP!
I do not seek compassion in these words, i only give a warning to those who still have a chance at happyness.
There is no glory here. There is no fashion or religion. To live a life of simplicity and inspiration is not desireable. Boycot HotTopic. Gas and burn your black leather. Kill your boyfriend. Do this before you try to share my pedistal. Do this before you share my crutch.











This is a poet's mind.
This...
This is a work in progress.