Sometimes i think I\'m crazy
for the things that go through my head...
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Standing out in the pouring rain...
I just don't see the point,
On continuing this life...
I look down at my feet
But they’re not what I see...
I'm on top of the spinning world,
I feel like nothing can stop me now...
You think its this simple.
Your stupid and blind...
The ice of your veins
run as deep as the sea...
Take me and break me
rip me apart...
--wrote this poem in class yesterday listening to...
Hunger of childhood imagination...
In dark places I dwell,
places where others think is hell...
Doesn't every poet want it to be so?
Be in league with Emily or Thoreau...
I run like I’m racing a bullet,
As tears blind my eyes and choke in my gullet...