The Scene I used to only care about dead poets the ones who have burst through the fire only to become the fire only to burst forth through me for everything dead shall rise through me. I used to only care about dead poets because we are all buried within ourselves for when your body is a cemetery you are never alone because a cemetery is only a cemetery because of the lives left in it. And there is a story line here it starts with depression and ends in anger and solitude and I feel the tipping point the beast, the bristle of flame igniting suicidal emotions only to find this suicidal fire has burned for far too long too open, too cruel, too angry too hateful, too broken. O’ puppies like sad, damaged and broken poets and I used to only care about the dead in things and then came lithium and then I used to only stare at the dead in things and then came coke and then I became the dead in things and then came soberness (kinda) and now I only write about the dead in things. Everyone tells me I look like Robin Williams and I don’t know what they are talking about. Everyone tells me I look like Robin Williams and I know exactly what they are talking about. I used to only care about dead poets because they are easy to talk to O’ poets like sad, damaged and broken puppies and I look around this room, this light, these glorious eyes are stars in the universe of this audience and I got to tell you I used to only care about dead poets but it’s the living ones who are keeping me alive.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 20:58:56 +0000
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