random poem

I fill myy veins with substance
I fill my heart with emotions
too hard to swallow
Extreme temperatures make me dizzy
It's all in a tizzy
What are you doing to me?
All this time I thought I was mine
But all along I was just on borrowed time

 

"all this time I thought I was mine
But all along I was just on borrowed time"

Wow. Who's time, and to whom do you belong? To whom do we all belong, if not ourselves? In a tizzy, indeed...

 

Perhaps it is time to be empty.

 

One must be empty if one's been full.

 

One must be.

 

Two must be.

 

Two must be one.

 

Two will be one :]

 

They already are.

 

And they've always been.

 

um well i liekd the poem

 

Yes.

 

Why did You like it,
You coincidence of molecules, you?

 

We are far more than a random miscellany of matter, stalk.

 

Whoa now,
I didn't say "random"
Nothing is random.
I said Coincidence,
And then I said molecules!

We are whatever we believe,
whatever we perceive,
I like to call myself a coincidence of molecules,
one of my favorite terms
other than Human.