I Don't Even Know What to Title This Post...

I had wrote this over the past Thanksgiving. I was listening to Avril 14 & my emotions poured out. I didn't know what to title it & reading it now, I don't think it deserves a title. My mind was just wondering & sorting out some things I suppose...
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy.



(Poem) Untitled

My thoughts
Are lost
In the plume of smoke
That I blow,
Choke
Maybe it's
future cancer
That I smoke,
Throat

Maybe
I'm blowing
Away my pain-

Am I insane?

Lord,
Strike me down
With lightning,
I'm a losing player
In a tragic
Comedic game

How do
You make
Bread without dough?
Just water and yeast
Can't make it grow,
Stupid-
Maybe I just stole
A rap quote,
Probably another
Collector I have
To run from
though

And
What is home
Without a heart?
The Tin Man
Without Dorothy
Didn't even know
Where to start

Or maybe
My life
Is a fuck up,
A constant brain fart-
My actions
Are the dart
With the consequences
Being the bullseye,
X marking the spot

And why
Do I keep
Asking for forgiveness,
When my open heart
Keeps sinning?
Broken wings
Trying to fly upward
But downward
I'm spinning

Out of control,
Out of control,
I'm screaming to myself,
Where do I go?

How about
Jumping into a
Smirnoff Molotov Cocktail,
That's what they sell,
Light a match
And
throw it on myself-
Look,
It's my personal hell

I look in the mirror
And watch my face
Burn
Waiting for my ashes
To fall,
In my right hand
I hold an urn

Maybe it would
Dissolve,
Worries, hurt, pain,
And all-
Not a last hurrah
But,
A boisterous
Fuck it all

And death
Can't be that hard,
Every time I go
To sleep,
I dream in the dark

Nothingness-
A somber filled,
Empty kiss

As I watch
The smoke that
Whimsically danced
For me disappear,
On my cheek lies
A trail of tears

Disappear,
I disappear,
Like what was on
My cheek,
A trail of tears...

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