Manic-Hysteria

I don't think you have ever seen me when I am a real person and that is probably a good thing because you would not like it and probably nobody would like it -  I don't like it anyway. It scares me Like I imagine a seizure or a heart attack would. It makes me shake and feel cold like there is rain falling, onto my skin and hair. And inside the rain are small robots - microscopic in fact they are absorbed into my skin via osmosis, they multiply and drain my body heat permanently and live off of it, as an energy source as they work away at my internal organs - modifying them into something, something alien, something that works

There is a mouse in my apartment and It is slowly nibling away at my walls I believe it is trying to lead me to an even colder death as he eats away at the the fiber glass insulation waking up early, I find it strewn across my eggshell carpet and cardboard coasters If I had a conversation with a mouse I'd explain how his life is inconsequential while mine is of great importance I am a man of law, a man of hope, a learn'd man a learn'd man who has come to find out he is the mouse.

Magnetic fields running through flesh tugging on the iron in blood. Pressure building on veins pulling them out of line. I suppose that is one way to explain the brokenness of brains and societies. Better than making fat white people take the blame They are never responsible for anything - good OR bad... ...unless it happens in a video game while they are yelling at pre-pubescent boys and girls who have nothing better to do than shoot at moving pixels on their HD screens. I guess the only problem I really have with that sort of setup is that since they never take the blame they never really have to do anything either I'm

The raven and the dove discuss their interpretations of love each inversely insightful yet so dissonantly one The sky and the sea argued over elegance and beauty said the sea: "watch my waves dance" said the sky: "they wouldn't dance without me" The girl and her perfection deny their undeniable reflection asks the mirror: "do flaws define the flawless, and then perfection becomes indecision?" Sweet sound and vibrant light competed for the senses' delight the sound blared them deaf the light burned them blind Maybe we just belong equally oppositely attracted Picture perfectly paradoxical Picture perfectly paradoxical

I'm trying to listen but the TV's screaming at me. Am I hearing the truth or just a news reporter's fairytale? They're so rarely the same except when it's my tragedy. Flailing words fail to fill in the blanks in the picture you are painting. But at least that soldier's death Was brought to you in stunning High Definition. Put a name to a painted face. You'll never see them again but you'll care until you change the channel. LCD-authored horror stories Only exist to fill the time it takes for the kettle to come to the boil. Middle class mouths trace events as A siren chases  down the hooded youngster Who it absolutely must'v

Shards of glass, reflections Scatter through the room To see so many faces My empty faceless tomb And within each face the same expression, I saw it through the world's deception I'm going, fading, losing thought, Wish I were, I learned I'm not, Broke my mind to find the end, Too late for crippled thoughts to mend, Slowly going far away, Left myself there yesterday Dancing through the courtyard, breezes Blow the seeds from wilted blooms, To form that pattern, so imperfect, Wish that I could leave the room Seeing is believing So unsightful of the truth, Well when you see like me, the lies, You'll see the world anew I'l

I can switch mindset Faster than you can blink I'll leave you confused by my mind's eye Go to a special place Rearrange my face Without a trace It's my time I am not broken It's a game that we all play "Not what you know, it's who you know" And other things people say The ones who act all innocent Are the ones who play the best It might not be a stab in the back But a gunshot to the chest But I'm not one of those I tell you I'll give you my word That those who speak cautiously Are very rarely heard

If you like to make yourself out to seem like a regular person who likes driving with loud music, drinking red bulls and yelling 'fuck you' to pedestrians, exclamations just might be for you! It's emotion in the form of punctuation! Everything I write jumps off the page twirls like a ballet dancer, or a turkey twizler and into your cranium where it snugs up against a quadratic formula or two! You probably also like using commas! Allows complex sentences to be written, one that envelopes many ideas about how a something should conduct some thing that is corrupt and/or not run the way you would like it to be run, most likely due

This window serves as my reminder. Lest I forget what's waiting Outside, a life with no reprise But these bars restrain me,these chains with their unrelenting chaos. I wish I could go back To an era where my time meant something more. To an era when my time was unemployed. It seems I'm running out of time. Running to a time, without time. Adolescence has left me. I'm no longer that good hearted soul Inside me festers a new found doubt. Gone is cheer, gone is optimism, Here comes fear that will never leave. I close my eyes on the window. Turn my back on uncertainty. Yearning for the young soul that was me. Wishing for her re