How many stars in the sky
And i
And i

How many smiles in my life
And
And

How many lies
And flies
When its time to die
So many stars

How many times have I cum
When will you come

Come on it doesn't matter
Come on compresed matter
Vibrations
Come on
Complications

And perceptions
And decepions

How many stars in my mind
How many times have I cried
And you
And you

You and I will one day die
What did I become
What did you do

Some pats for my cat
And other feelings
And some other shits

Fuck you

A fence
A good feeling
A shit one

Neuro-linguistic programer?
Neuromancer?
Chaos mage?

Afraid
Abandoned

All my needs
All my wants
Direct my will
Directions

Fall up to my fault
My mesh
My window

A puncture
An anchor
And then all the
Warm goo comes out
And I'm hungry
And I'm empty

Conections
Walls

Walls where conections should be
And the other
And they both hurt
And I'm hurt
And I've hurt
And I fuck
And I shit

Fuck you

Do I feel like everyone is having more fun then me?
Or are they?

Will directed on misdirection
And erections
And cum

I will fuck you
I will shit on it

Portrait of beaver

Lets swim
Tonight
Together
Forever

We don't have to sleep
The sun will never rise

Everyone is asleep now
I'm in the living room
Living

Its cold
I always get paranoid when
I'm alone

I don't want to be scared anymore
I don't want the sun to come
I don't want to go to bed
But there's nothing to stay up for

Sad music
Cold room
Bad memories
Good memories

More mistakes to make
More memories to make
When the sun comes up
When I've slept for a time
When I'm older

Swim
Leave fear behind
Leave reason behind
Let your guard down
Feel warmth
Stop time

A well with no bottom is never full
And I am empty again

Blue
What you see I do to
Maybee not

Absorbtion
Reflection

It catches you pupil and
Your brain creates an illusion

Your mind perceives it
We see it
Is it there?

Perceive
Split

We create a reality
God split day and night
We split black and white
And made them real

Blue is a color shit is not
You decided that

You decide everything
Spliting concepts
Dicotomy is reality

Your brain decodes
Your mind perceives

Chaos is
You are the one who create the things that come from it

Blue is blue is blue
I am what you say
I am what I say

We are all one
Only the terror keeps us appart

Why do I always sit down
On the toilet
Without checking to see if the seat is up

Its cold and hard on my legs
I have to go so bad it dosnt really matter at this point

If I tree falls in my LJ
Does it make a sound?

Is my logic sound?
Poem
Poem
Poem
Poem
Talking about shit = poem
Poems = shit
Moeps = this
This is a poem
This seat
This seat
Sheet?
No seat.

And then when you write
It doesn't come out the same
Like, how do I describe this
Thing?
These poems all come off as bitchy
These poems all come off as boring

And then when you try to write it down its not right
Its not exactly a lie, but it feels like one
Maybee I should smoke another cigarette
Try to forget
That I feel this way
This way I can't portray
At least not properly
At least not to you

BLUE

A color
A metaphore
A feeling

Want to want what I need to want

Want to be good for you

I don't want to be blue