Reflecting on the writings of my past reveals the subtle changes in my expressive manifestation.
A metamorphosis from a dark Tim Burton to a slapstick Mitch Hedberg. Intertwining apathy with drollery. The stand up in the stand off with my mind.
Robin Williams has become a topic that's trending like a can of Pringles. One that's start will never stop. Personal opinions infused with the flavors of a heated debate.
Some shouting cowardly actions while others scream lack of understanding. An argument that's roars vibrate through my soul. A clamorous racket of clashing symbols and drums. I'm stuck in the syncopated bass drops of a Bipolar dubstep.
BOOM. BOOM.
POW.
BOOM. BOOM.
DROP.
Drop it likes it's hot but you'll fall and can't get up.
My hands are frantically waving the glow sticks of a florescent truce. White shadows bouncing between erratic strobe lights.
Laughter has always been the universal medicine. Strike a joke that conceals the pain. Make them laugh while truths seeks shelter. Fill the room with giggles that strategically muffle the cries.
A humorous hide-n-seek. Sardines in overcrowded can.
My mind is tainted and soaked with a tar that's density is crippling. A tar baby trap that captures the advancing attempts of hope and happiness.
Br'er Fox is cunningly tracking Br'er Rabbit's ambition.A folklore story that stems from the innocence of my childhood bringing memories of the comical voices of the grandfather that told them.
Despair has fled the Shurwood forest giving way to Robin Hood and his Merry Mental Men. Today I'll grab my bow and aim the arrows at the front line. There's no desire to let Despair's advances break through.
So today I'll speak one liners and cloak my pain with comedy.
A metamorphosis from a dark Tim Burton to a slapstick Mitch Hedberg. Intertwining apathy with drollery. The stand up in the stand off with my mind.
Robin Williams has become a topic that's trending like a can of Pringles. One that's start will never stop. Personal opinions infused with the flavors of a heated debate.
Some shouting cowardly actions while others scream lack of understanding. An argument that's roars vibrate through my soul. A clamorous racket of clashing symbols and drums. I'm stuck in the syncopated bass drops of a Bipolar dubstep.
BOOM. BOOM.
POW.
BOOM. BOOM.
DROP.
Drop it likes it's hot but you'll fall and can't get up.
My hands are frantically waving the glow sticks of a florescent truce. White shadows bouncing between erratic strobe lights.
Laughter has always been the universal medicine. Strike a joke that conceals the pain. Make them laugh while truths seeks shelter. Fill the room with giggles that strategically muffle the cries.
A humorous hide-n-seek. Sardines in overcrowded can.
My mind is tainted and soaked with a tar that's density is crippling. A tar baby trap that captures the advancing attempts of hope and happiness.
Br'er Fox is cunningly tracking Br'er Rabbit's ambition.A folklore story that stems from the innocence of my childhood bringing memories of the comical voices of the grandfather that told them.
Despair has fled the Shurwood forest giving way to Robin Hood and his Merry Mental Men. Today I'll grab my bow and aim the arrows at the front line. There's no desire to let Despair's advances break through.
So today I'll speak one liners and cloak my pain with comedy.
