Fame for the Deranged

Bleeding hearts can never be independent of the page
Or else we're left to scrawl on walls to tell that we're deranged
Insane
Our brains
They can't be tamed.
Taking turns in the game
As they are passing fame
Oh who's to blame
They finally say
I hope to f**k they are naming my name.

Spotlights on me
I'm shining bright
Focus on me
Catch my good side
This is my time
To come alive
This is my time
And it is time to rise .

The crazy comes out in cascades
Down the left wall of my brain
I pour it out on the blank page
Til the last of me is drained

You can suck me dry.
I'm yours for the taking.
I hope it gets you high.
You can watch me breaking.
I will be the star
A supernova exploding
By bleeding out my dark
Cerebral blackhole imploding.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and honest words.
"The crazy comes out in cascades
Down the left wall of my brain
I pour it out on the blank page
Til the last of me is drained "
Some words and thoughts can take from us. I believe most poetry and story need a part of us to make feel real. Good to read your words again. Thank you Dennis for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Damien Ridge]

Though some parts of it were great!
"Spotlights on me
I'm shining bright
Focus on me
Catch my good side"
It's as almost if you can't control the darkness, keep it up man!