For this one day.

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Silent wish for attendance of soul 
As worlds are crumbling 
I forgot my name 
Because of words and looks 
Turned to igniting grounds 
I walk on 
And when the night comes creeping 
I turn off the lights, look in the mirror 
And like myself. 

Hoped to be erased by
Borderline dysfunctions 
But Daddy always came back 
Just to stand in silence 

Always in between 

And, Love, oh sweet angel 
Distracting my progress 
With apples and wine 

A small child 
With Life's Ouzi 
Pullin' Drive By's 
To erase Psychology 

Afraid to exist 
Afraid to belong 
Afraid to select a tune 
When the time comes 

Dreaming, still 
Dreams of Rock Bottom 
Dreams of drunken nights on concrete. 
With possibilities 
Of never waking up. 

Life, this treasure, you are too good for me 
As everything. 

And judged only 
By a monster 
Creeped into this world with force 
Named Society. 

Standards 
Sticking cigarettes in my eyes 
Like, only one thing left 
You cannot finish. 

And reason 
Is my enemy! 

So I ask 
For one day 
For my own consciousness 
To give me strength 
To be myself 
To admit to loving myself. 
To reject, as I am. 

To give me life 
As I exists 
And as I know. 

For this day belongs to me. 
And if it doesn't, then I want to believe a lie. 

Please give me back that little black tumorous growth of happiness, that I once owned, in the back of my mind. 
Just for one day.

Reviews

[V]

this writing (or your poems in general, I think. I took the time to read some) are pretty different from what I've read so far. But I like this kind of otherness.