Nov 13, 2011

Hallucinatory poetry "Beauty"

I wish to find what makes me happy,
and I'm already isolated with my life,
So I'll play piano in a cell,
To satisfy the ear of my future audiences down the road.
And I'll forget the failed relationships.
I will create something original,
Wishing my eyes were the color of green grass.
I buy the Jasmine tea all over 'gain for what I don't have,
As an illusion I will die by natural causes.
I will care about the things most important to me,
My health, skin, and future, and other issues.
No one outside of my family cares deeply enough,
Or finds my manliness at heart desirable.