Poetry » General »

Journal
Author:
Inkspilled PM
Chapters by date. Free form verse. Or something.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 41 - Words: 11,936 - Reviews: 53 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-28-13 - Published: 11-05-11 - id: 2967775
A+  A-   Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten

Is there such a thing as growing up or are we just getting old? I don't want the answers anymore.


January 28, 2013

.

Mind amalgamation.

I get angry sometimes and

then I think it's such a nice

difference from being so

fucking jaded all the time.

.

I get so common some days

and have to ask myself where

all their bullshit started to seep in.
.

Have I become something else?

Am I so clear, so lucid now?

They must have ironed me out and

sliced off all the wrinkles they didn't like

and I must have let them.
.

Things are sometimes uglier

seen through clean eyes.

And sometimes they're better

when your pupils are smudged with

dirt and sand

and the grit

gets in your brain.

Favorite : Story Author   Follow : Story Author

  .    .