Whatever I write
can be dipped in inquiry,
sprinkled in spirit,
and polished with potential.

I don't write solely to impress
nor to be the best.
I write to explore.
And not so that the world can see me,
but so I can see the world.

*******.
Ahh...that feels good.
I don't care about being liked.
Who cares about being "right"?
Don't need to be understood.

I don't care about you.
Ahh...that actually feels like a "fix".
I didn't ask to be treated like that
so no need to ask why I'll treat you like this.  

I know, this is a bit rude.
I know you think my words are a little brash.
But shut the **** up though
because I didn't ask.

I could justify this energy.
I COULD give you the "why".
but I'm not gonna, so if you wanna leave
*******...goodbye.

But ! If you're one of the smart ones
the ones who actually get it
through all of these ugly slurs
you'll actually respect this.
You'll already know
there's two sides to every story.
You just haven't read the side that's selfless.

As i walked there i looked up
The grey sky was grining at us.
I looked at the room in silence
And the cold came in waves of pleasure.

As i looked in the black orbs
I felt myself drawned by corpes.
I looked down '*** my heart was bursting
And the wind blew all away the singing.

The yard was like a big pie,
But with chocolate mud and cheries that die.
My hair was flying like mad,
But noone seemed to mind as i strangled flat.

Soon enough the blood came down
And the wings were hard and seems to drawn,
To grab with giant feathers from the sky.
I looked up in the black orbs that cry.

As i walked away i looked down
The hard concrete was wet under my paws
I looked at the yard that screamed
And the warm came grabing the script.