4-20-07 (The Madness)

It's actually the reason why I hate 4-20 (no I wasn't high!)

it was a quiet storm
stirring inside me
conceiving dreams I never dreamed would come true
but of course they do
it's what I've never wanted
but these dreams come as premonitions
and I wish them gone
it was friday april, 20 2007 when The Crazy set in
i knew when it started it couldn't be stopped
and the clocks would stop ticking their mocking monotone melody
and the cries of the damned would erupt from my soul
and this demonic tongue would rip the hearts right off of their sleeves
and believe me, no one ever really wants that
it bubbled up from a place I'd extinguished at birth
along with hope and self-worth
but i couldn't really let it die
through the years it has thrived on the filth of my soul
and the worse of it has survived
bringing me now to how i ended up locked in a stall
rocking on the floor of the girls bathroom laughing like i had something to be happy for
but of course i capped the pain again
and hauled my smoldering carcass back to class as fast as these stubby legs would allow
i can see it now...
my demented eyes scratching the surface of a paper i couldn't see
but i could feel it bubbling again
my attempts to conceal my soul was met with great opposition
and in that position i could see what i've been running from
it forced me to face my fiercest foe
and reduced me to the simplest form of my former self
i couldn't cry for help or ignore the pain
and it's a shame because i'm The Crazy Kid now

Author's Note

yeah, I wrote this 3 years ago so don't judge me!!! I think I've gotten much better at writing since then...

Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

I like your abstract type of detail. You use metaphors to your advantage and it really gives te poet a great voice. You have a really advanced poetic style, and I like how you described yourself as "rocking on the floor of the girls bathroom laughing like i had something to be happy for." I can picture that, ad as a writer of any genre that's the main goal.

Nice write, you should definitely coninue with your poetry, I would love to read more of them from you.