Put to shame
Hide my face
From everyone but myself
My promises to you are worth more
than the ones I make to myself
The ones I break everyday
The smooth killer of insanity
I'm an organism
with a hole for a mouth
I can't control whatever's coming out
Reduced to the washed up cartons
I spilled on the way to the floor
Swelling prevents me from succeeding
With any plan I might have today
Concentration is a parasite
I can't afford to have
when the light refuses to
stop casting shadows of you
He called my bluff
on the king of my hopes
I never went all-in
I'm still broke
I'm still broken
Wind me up, turn me the right way
Wrong, you left for something
I couldn't grasp in my guts
Where it felt numb,
Thank you lidocaine.
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About Me
- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
2 comments:
I can relate with the whole, never keeping the promises you make to yourself, versus the ones you make to others. It's almost as if its easier to cheat on your own promises, because only you know you are oding it, but when it comes to others you have to care abotu them as well.
You seem kind of sad, and disapointed in this entry....
This was a very good entry. I think this is probably the most deepest poem you've ever written. I can relate to the this little guy, "'m an organism
with a hole for a mouth
I can't control whatever's coming out" Yeah. I suck.
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