Theory of Another “Once”

i have no idea how i wrote this awesomeness (in my opinion) but i did.

I loathe broken dreams

That fade into a nonexistent memory

That brings me a nostalgic flow

Of nonexistent lies

Consistent past of unwanted fame and misery

That lead to tears of joy

That lie to your face and yells at the mirror

Who am I to wonder?

Of what abrupt love I can and have the capability for?

I question my own motives

Of how I want to change the world

And keep myself the same

In a rocking lullaby of scary tunes

That slowly lead us to our doom

in a slowly revolving furnace

We call life

But how can we wonder and scream

Without any mean

Or necessity

Of hatred toward thy brethren

Beloved in the sense

Of an adopted style

And format of breathing

That is never ending

Yet dying,

Of a formidable and staggering board game that we call life.

We have no right to use a knife

And pass our unneeded judgment

That pierces through

Our inhumane circle of fantasy resembling lies

That keeps the angel spies

Watching over our decisions

Ever glowing monstrosities

That seems, to lick it’s finger and turn out the sparklings of others’ visions of who we are.

But how do we know what the mirror shows is true?

All I know is I stand in front of it and say,

“Hey! I hate you.”

When it is just another

Unrealistic tamable lie

That lies in a cage

With the lioness ready to be stricken but hey,

Man, we all were pretty smitten.

With our smiling “how are you’s?” 

That just made a black hole

In our little floating wall of protection

And an odd word called love

That we choose to use as a label

To those that whom we favor

But does it really mean

The dawn of another

Once good morning

That leads to a,

Goodnight my love thy dreams await.

But are they just fresh painted murals

Of a once nostalgic,

Nonexistent,

But coexisting realm and past.

Oddities we are us beings,

Calling ourselves human,

When all we see and cause is pain.

Reviews

[Momo]

This was pretty amazing :D