13th consecutive thought

[buddm4n]

on the 13th perpetually changing thought
just like the 12th one crossing through my head
an undefinable rearranging set of words,
or just a misjudgement of auditory depths.

everybody on the out's moving inside
everytime a voice is heard it just dies
cause everyone is drowning on the inside
caught up in emotional calamity- drowning on the inside
drowning on the inside, the whole family
turn to friends and they just run and hide
as your drowning on the inside
its an emotional catastrophe- coming down from the inside


here it is, time for the big come down
the rearranging words fit the box now
a jigsaw puzzle broken upb y a jigsaw
tuned and put together by dream sequences
squeaked out by water pressure- bubbles
with thoughts on their faces
coming down from drowning on the inside
the bubbles find their places
it turns out your the real catastrophe
the one who needs not run and hide
from each your failures and disgraces
perhaps just a new set of eyes
to hear all the drowning voices,
rising from their corpses

[Miss_Beatle]

Cool poem!

[buddm4n]

my nose has a mind of its own
right below the cerebral lobe
of the real one
thats inside my head
where thoughts get jumbled
end up dead

i can never get them out
to write down
as was said before
no matter how hard i blow
they end up dead.

[buddm4n]

word.

[buddm4n]

would you rather be concerned with the cranberry sauce
than the way that you look in the mirror?
sometimes your eye gets caught when you see your face
in the freezer door at the grocery store.
you adeptly react to the sequence of actions and
battle inner demons.
like Juan de Zavala with ease you proceed
to your stop in the milk section.
and walk past the tiredest tireless black woman.
she bid me blessed day and so did I
as I tip my hat to the cranberry sauce.
perhaps i just feel the need to explain my unproportionatly
stable disbelief in things.