Thursday, September 1, 2011

Bored Writing: The Cosby Kid


Youre only right if you say:
..we live perfect lives on opposite day


















Everything is perfect -__-
The sky is falling upward
Blood drains thick,
The consistency of mustard
And my tears bleed,
Red rumbles from the puddles
Emotion and its Voices crowd around in a huttle
And altho its suttle,
Another sound beckons
Telling me whats seen is a new type of lesson
..Telling me my eyes are new to this vision
I stare at this ignorance and act like I listen
..Age doesnt matter
Drama freezes time
And what you don't know shouldn't give you peace of mind
I told you im not simple
..I have complexities in mind,
And I figure it the best to keep them covered where they hide
I look at situations and I give them crooked eyes
..I give them tired stretches
Cuz' im really not suprised
No matter what you go thru..never ever dignify,
that you're the only one
..Theres over 7 billion lives
Money doesn't cure
And stress comes with bills
The same as many symptoms come with medication pills
So because I wear khakis don't look at me as weird
Deep inside the ridges are the problems that you fear
A human dying slowly in a rich mans gear
A bum crying often dripping diamond dust tears
It doesn't change the action..so forget how it appears
The only thing that matters is I struggle but im here
So why should I relay it to be fathomed and compared.?
When I see you're problems im not bothered, I just stare
But for the same person to say I don't understand
Just know that you dont know me, but that's exactly what I..planned
~wind blows.!

2 comments:

John Richter said...

Bored Writing: The Cosby Kid..... smooth, very flowing poem this one. I like it a lot. It's like giving excuses for why you don't need to give excuses for being you. That's pretty cool.....

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L.F.I.(Imaghostwriter2) said...

thanx John..ill follow..please return and do the same