|Way of Words
Author: L.Z.A.K PM
Because sometimes, I just can't find my mind.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 349 - Published: 07-12-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2696164
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I am positively confused;
my thoughts keep swirling with the waves of the mysterious moon-
-beautiful, yet standoffish.
My paranoia is blossoming like a poisonous,
tropical orange flower waiting
to snap at it's passing prey.
I am afraid
of what might become of my future in time,
what has not happened and
what -with no doubt- has already happened.
I am sure my insecurities will drive me to the edge,
but this is one thing
I am able to live with
until my death.
I am aware of my jealousy bubbling up in my chest;
like hummingbirds buzzing throughout the air,
and my possessiveness that rages into my skin,
my fingers are twitching with only a dark desire,
but I keep them concealed
in case I make a dreadful mistake.
I know my anti-social behavior quite well-
we have known each other since my preschool years,
and I so do love his Hermit company.
I have learn a way of being free,
a spiritual organization,
though they would prefer not to be named this.
I am used to living with all my faults,
because they define me just as much as my non-ones.
My only wish that cannot be due until death,
is to become that Seraphim I so do desire.
My words have no sense,
a spiral sphere of chains spinning and interweaving with one another,
sometimes I wonder if my mind is drunk.
My body screams an unknown language to my ears
and it saddens me that I cannot understand what she is saying.
I can breath the words my lungs are shrilling,
poison to my decaying body.
I feel my heart pounding with great strength, l
observing those all around me like a guardian angel in disguise.
These emotions of mine are always running so high,
past the blue, blue sky and farther than space;
time unable to keep up with my pace.
My voice cannot speak the thoughts and words I wish to say,
so I'll tell you a different way.
The way of words- this is my way.