Níl a Fhios Agam

A stream of consciousness that rhymes. It's in English, even if the title isn't

There's a streak of pink paint on the side of my pen
Like a constant reminder of that class period when
We'd fling around more paint than went on a canvas
And I don't just mean the classes we had on campus (O.o)

That all ended and my music broke
There were months when neither of us spoke
You had a bird and some ivory,
I had fur and some plastic,
But our minds were too similar to not go spastic

I know I make no sense but I don't really care
It would make sense to you if you had actually been there
I want to be a singer but I'm more sensible than that
I could make money off the streets but I'm not (quite) that bad

I'm growing my hair out just to have a hiding place
One that's portable so I can quickly hide my face
I'm growing out my nails so that I can cut deep
Even deeper than the words that I just cannot keep
From rolling of my tongue faster than Niagara Falls
Spilling onto the floor and creeping up the walls

My legs have turned to silver and my heart is tarnished gold
My face is still wet with tears that had evanesced and grown old
There's burn scars on my wrists,
And some scars where I was razor kissed,
But that's a past deep within a complicated fold

My fiancee's an addict and my boyfriend is a mess
My father's falling to pieces and my cousin's under stress
I'm a living nightmare, half awake and half asleep
I sleep through the day and I wake up when all the night-things creep

My jeans are lined with blood and my blood is bluish thread
Does that mean I'm the inanimate? Does that mean I'm dead?
There's dirt under my nails and an itch beneath my skin
I feel there's another person who wants out that's deep within

~Abrupt Ending~

Author's Note

I am aware of the lack of rhythm and meter.

Reviews

[Shannon]

I thought this was absolutely phenomenal. It flowed, it held meaning, feeling, a thousand messages behind each whispered word. Definitely my favorite piece by you. Just letting it flow seems to be your thing!

100/100