Venting In TechnicolorA Poem by nocturnalbeastuMMMM....[[reallly truthful...and tells where I am in life right now.]]Laying on my bedroom floor; naked. Wearing nothing but my black and white chucks. Packing up my past, preparing for an undesired future. Untaping the photos from their frames, packing up OLD memories, fearing they will never return. Packing them deep.....so deep, I can't see. The sight of my memories are unbearable; too many emotions. Too much to handle, not enough of me to handle it.
I'm married to my past. And I've been forced to get a divorce by an outside force. [[so controlling, so demented!!!]] --->Someone so crazy could drive me insane. They already have. I am a certified functional maniac. My parents say I'm crazy. They say crack is wack. What they don't know is, they are the crack and yes they are wack. I been injecting that s**t into my veins for sixteen years. I need something new, something fresh! --->how about a gun and one bullet? It's crazy how far they take me, how much they get into my body. They want to take over, and they're winning. I've been battling them for so long. Sometimes I wonder if the battle is even worth it. Why not surrender? They've already taken my heart and served it at a dinner table for two. [[Damn, I wasn't even invited!.]] Sometimes I wonder why I'm still alive, and what am I running on? I can't even control my body anymore. They're controlling me like a puppet. So blinded by their fairytale dream, the f*****g picture-perfect black and white family portrait. So lost in a maze of dreams and aspirations that the can't see the colors in the portrait; the colors in me.
I've been sitting by the old-fashioned grandfather clock in a penetentiary tapping my black and white chucks together hoping that when I open my eyes I'll be home. I realize that magic tricks don't work. I'll have to free myself. When the clock strikes 12, red will gleam from my eyes, purple will seap through my lips, yellow will ooze from my ears, and green will squeeze from my a*s, and the bars will slowly fall. Everything's gone; even the 2 guard keepers. All I can see now, are the beautiful colors that came from my body painting the sky. Far off in the distance, I see my baby. We're both too scared to come to the center of the field. Lost, listening to a tune of confusion. Beautiful confusion. Confusion that arouses me. Whether we're surrounded by glass reflecting our reflections or in the dark with only the citylights shining through. The honesty, the love, the connection. [[How cosmic it is....]] It's unbearable, too many emotions, too much to handle, not enough of me to handle it.
Sometimes I think I'm going insane. Insanely in love. I used to pray to the heaven that it was temporary. But this insanity isn't temporary. It's a known fact because I went to rehab and got better, and once I left I was back again, banging my head against the wall crying out for my baby. A crackwhore needs his crack.
Since it's not temporary, it has to be real, or fantasy forever. It's so confusing. It was easy to see the world in black and white, but why do that when I can see it in technicolor. I looked down at my chucks painted in red, green, yellow, and purple, closed my eyes and clicked them together until I was home.
I landed in my room naked, with nothing but black and white chucks on, forced to look into the mirror. But I couldn't. The thought of looking into my own eyes was unbearable; too many emotions, too much to handle, not enough of me to handle it. © 2008 nocturnalbeastFeatured Review
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Added on September 9, 2008AuthornocturnalbeastDetroit, MIAboutI really don't know..... I'm kindda confused about myself right now.... But...whoever is reading this....I LOVE U!. [[really]]. I love acting. [[Theatre is my life]] singing. [[harmonizing]] dancing. .. more..Writing
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