Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Late Night Shifts

I don't write much...
I can't write much...

And now when I finally am writing,
It doesn't even pertain to the post I'm 
Supposed to be typing

Because, the only thing I can think about
before I go to bed at night,
Is how many times I'll be hitting that snooze
button,
And that tomorrow in math
I'll have, to solve too many Trigonometric Functions.

But 
When I can write
When I do write

It's that rare 2 AM shift I get
for the occupation of my mind,
When the dull emotions call in sick,
and now I have to cover their shift.

By now I'm being yelled at by my boss,
that is my repressed memories

I'M TRYING to remedy what they've
been telling me.

That I can never quit this job

And if I did...
That would be a permanent solution,
to a temporary problem.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Static

You know that fuzzy feeling you get when
you sit on your foot for too long
Yeah, and then it gets really intense when
you walk on it and it feels all wrong

I like to correlate that with the perception
of static-

"-Oh hey, that explains why that's your
background"
I guess... but for me, in reality, it's my
foreground

Because as I interact with this fake reality
that surrounds me
The only thing I can ever feel, hear,
and see
Is thAT DAMN FUZzy static from my
old 90's retro T.V.

I wont fake it, I KNOW it's my fault
for perceiving things this way
Because I'M THE ONE who chose to
sit on my foot all day

I'm also the cause for myself obtaining
no amnesty
But instead a few hits from the brutal
spiked bat of self honesty

But if you want to know the actual me
go switch your radio to FM and
turn the dial until you find a vacant frequency