Famous ,5am poem

canned thunder
lofi beats
Snoring cat
Blender upstairs
Fat raccoon
eating larded trash
Moon is full
Rain is wet
Grass is cut
Window is open
Eyes are heavy
Nowhere to go
Still trying to dream
See you
when we wake
up


j

My back hurts real bad
she called me to tell me she doesn't wanna talk

I ate a serving of rice
& A pepperoni
Condensed
Grape
substrate

My eyes hurt
I bleed in my gums
I *** a lot

I watch a show about lengthy dogs
Pick up your watch
Leave me alone
Leave me alone

Dont

Strung up like a lantern
grey
& Fruitful
Bitter tears& strains of pain
& Glass

youre So beautiful
In
red
& the birds keep
chirping

I have obvious brain damage.
my perception is distorted
My fingers look foreign. The words come out weird. My internal monologue is stifled.
But I persist.
What's normal to you
Is abnormal to the next guy.
I'll still write a masterpiece with this broken brain;
I'll still see the world with murky eyes.
I've lived much longer than expected.
Everyday is a bonus.
Every new poem, every new song, every new
creation is a miracle.
an act of defiance
I'm glad I've left something - and I'm stronger than I thought

Time is relative.
The future present and past are all one.
Somewhere you've just been born
& Somewhere you are already decreased.
A spaceship could take you to see.
With your lips frozen
And heart still

What were your memories, hopes and dreams?
What did you make it mean?

And why did you ever worry

I've lived a thousand lives
I've sat at thrones
And curled under paper blankets
I've folded my heart
for the vengeful & decadent

I've bled into a gaping chasm
& sold my soul for pennies
, lost all semblance of sanity
incalculable times .
Despaired at the scenic
destruction of a planet amidst competing interests.
Gouged out my eyes so I could see
Suckled at the teet of angels, &
tortured by ravenous imps
smattered in black sorrow.

I have lived,. And I have died.
I exist.
And I see the silver lining.
Somewhere behind the great curtain

In a floating orb
With hands outstretched and
a severed tongue
Crying at the stairs. Bleeding into the night
Hysterical
And assaulted with the bleak reality of an
existence spent blind
I want to see you and understand
I want to love without hurting
Light without the abyss
I am here, and I've been
waiting for something to finally make
sense
because the pain is beyond all
comprehension