My Pet Peeves

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    My Pet Peeves

    The words are poison in my cerebrospinal fluids

    All this nonsense, I can’t see through it

    These abstract situations we are taught to master

    Putting on a well rehearsed act (impending disaster)

     

    An old lady chained to the TV

    At least it kills both you and the bee

    All sand was once towering rock

    I used to care, now I don’t give a fuck

     

    I stopped being who I were just a few days back

    Transmogrified by a bone crushing anxiety attack

    Left prior self o so far behind

    We settle this at dawn, doomtreading mankind

     

    Morality, mortality, at this juncture I can’t care

    I give you escape, I give you hope, I give you castles out of air

    Stares of disbelief as clarity disentangles my existence

    Black flags, teargas canisters, futile resistance

     

    My friends think that I’m going batshit insane

    Dwindling interpersonal relationships, I treasure those that remain

    Granted, I’m in free fall, distant at best

    My quarterlife crisis a very unwelcome guest

     

    One puff and everything was clear

    I’m dancing on the tip of an ICBM spear

    On top of some world, give me some more of that

    Contraband psychoactive makes me a pretty open-minded cat

     

    Falling in and out of rabbit holes

    Pavement coming straight up through my soles

    Essence, substance, pessimistic with a smile

    Hide away, hide awhile

     

    All through the night, superimposed revelations

    Fighting my way through centuries worth of insinuations

    Twitching on the floors, cleansed by the rain

    To reset the human brain

     

    Rising sun fostering something in mellow little me

    The will to change, the will to be

    Ignore the pain, savor the pleasure

    Enjoy your life under monstrous pressure

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    winterkou commented on My Pet Peeves

    09-09-2010

    nice imagery , for only being 16 you got some serious talent.

    PoetsofBlood commented on My Pet Peeves

    09-09-2010

    Stig, stanza 4 is no joke, the imagery is fantastic, original, and punchy...

    Rhymer commented on My Pet Peeves

    09-05-2010

    An incrediable write, well used metaphors abound in this fantastic piece.

    stigbohnolsen

    09/06/2010

    Wow, thank you! Really glad your fond of it. :)

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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