He's a simple little boy with a harsh complexion
He thinks that he's haunted with some condition
Something about not being able to touch your daughter
And feeling her through man-made appendages
See, the thing that hurts him most
Is not being able to get close
to the girl he wants to call his own
He just wants to go home
She's just another girl that there's no chance of
Learning about her feral incandescent love
Killing himself to use up everything she has
The symbiote he wishes to become
The room is sterile, is it too unbearable
to watch him throw a fit?
For soon he'll be engaged for permission
Performing super soul total fission
Breathing on the windows wasting his time.
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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:
This post seemed really grungy in a good way. I liked it. This line was my absolute favorite "The room is sterile, is it too unbearable." I liked how it rhymed. You should smile more often, though. Take your own advice, "Smiling is good."
I love the flow,and similie between relationships and microscopic organism coming together. Nice title for it because I never thought about it like that. Good, and really creative entry :)
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