the great 21st century compliment
A machine-like- brain
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and already after a few centuries-
Mankind has become subservient to their own dream
the ultimate Machine.

There's a poem written inside of me
About all my heartbreaks
From all the boys before you.

There's a poem written inside of me
About all the ways
I pushed people away.

And then there's a poem about you,
Slowly developing,
While you take every brick out of my wall
While you cross the moat and walk past the dragon.

why do people think that they can force me to go out and be happy?
A smile can be faked.
But how I feel won't change.
I am sorry that I can't live a joyful life.
I think to often about when I die.
I can barely fake another smile.
But people still think that I can be happy just because they asked me to be.

He's that guy that slays you,
    always charming, ready &
       eager to lend a helping hand,
  a garish smile tucked in his hip pocket  --
    he's your friendly next door neighbor,
         the quintessential serial killer

I used to be so bubbly
I used to be so happy
So carefree
So free of misery

Now
Laughing is a struggle
Smiling is a mask
All I seem to do is choke up and fail

I used to be so smart
Such a bright girl
Such a clever girl

Now
I can barely think
Stress and disappointment seem to be the only things Im smart enough to know are a problem

I used to feel pretty
I used to feel loved

Now
I see eyes glance over me as though Im nothing
I see stares and glares
And if I am so loved then why I am so alone?

I used to be enthusiastic
I used to be the first to volunteer

Now
Im too scared to even get out of my chair
Anxiety eats me alive if I even draw the smallest attention to myself

I know that you don't care
But maybe you can relate
To old me
That I could appreciate

living in a sleepy valley
the heart on slow beat
rolled up fun time
turned into a nicotine habit
and your pet rabbit has died
while your teddy bear no longer cuts it
all girlfriends left for Tokio
on the last bus
you may wonder
what the hell is worth living for
if I don't get out now
I will join Hendrix, Elvis, Morrison
while everyone swears they saw you
singing in a bar
down town

you can get lost out there
when everything is moving
and you are sitting still
when all in flux is fluxating
inside your bony capsule

Froom moon to Jupiter
along its constant feeling of
falling the bricks of its centuries
Aurora Borealis to Centauri
sculpting the gasps off air and breathe
We inhaled the gases
the poison of liquidation,
the water that surrounds us;
the universe.
Another planet we communicate &
hopeful we wish for.
As long as the stars
could reconnect,
recollect the dust,
the galaxy that we traces
from our palm hands &
softly cuddling each other.
Cherished every moment
from here to there, &
possibly we could
Plant the other story
cause maybe the sparks
of the stars might fall
back to where it belongs.