Oh Little Poem

Write me a poem
Oh little poem
How short and stout you will be
Write me a poem
Oh little poem
I really don't want to write thee

But now you are finished
All done
Adios!
Oh little poem I see

All the Things Inside Me

I am a flea who is restless
I remain unseen, yet I am always there
I sleep in the crevasses of the mind

I am an eerie glow that clings to the world
Because through my eyes
I never know what is real and what is not
I scream because its the only sound I can make to draw attention

I am the harp of a violin, played to make you weep
I am the sound of a dying soul

In my bones and through my veins
The flames of a dull fire flow
Which are harmless
Until I am force-fed a strong glass of kerosene

When I speak, people rarely seem to listen
They think that what I say, its tainted
They don't know that the words I speak
They are all my truths
All my attempts to prove my innocence

I am dressed in a straight jacket
Forever wrapped inside myself
Trapped in the confines of my own mind

I take my poison in a shot glass
It spreads through my veins like light through a dark room

I'm solely convinced I have maggots

That they lie beneath my skin

And eat away at my mind

It's why people look
And point
And whisper
They say "Look at that man,
see him over there?
He's living proof
that insanity exists."

And I say, maybe it actually does

Insane

It made the drums pound

Heart beating fast

So rapidly in fact, I thought

It'd burst

It made the waves crash down upon me

Throwing my body back and forth

With such severe thrashing, I thought

I'd snap

It made my ears ring, the whistle of a kettle

The high agonizing pitch

It screamed so loud, I thought

My ears would bleed

It's the insanity that did it

The drums, the whistle, the waves

It's all the crazy in me

The insanity

The insane