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Wish You Had ESP
Like an orchestra on steroids
Deafening with vibrations that pulsate my psyche
Sending me into fits of hysteria
As the drums beat with beastly intensity
Making any other thought void and irrelevant when I see you
And I say:
Hey, what’s up?
Inner mind workings collide and combust as
Contradictions, lies and truth cease to coincide
And instead ravage through out my mind like a
Chandelier
Falling and exploding with insane vigor sending shards rapidly soaring in a manic frenzy
Heat rises to my face in an effort to usurp my feign attempt at neutrality
Thank God! For melanin
My mouth desperately clawing,
Nails hysterically trying to gain some purchase on a sheer cliff to explain my feelings
But I say:
What class do you have next?
Then you smile at me
Like being thrown shot put style into the Great Wall of China
My self screams and thrashes, my head reels in utter confusion
Distorted feelings bombard the walls of my mind
Pounding like the bass on full blast
Reverberating against reason
I pray I don’t swoon, about to bear my soul for testing
About to, but, I say:
That sounds cool.
Then you say goodbye
Like a ravenous beast, desperately trying to consume any semblance of courage
Engaged in unfathomable turmoil
Weighing the fate of simple worlds to the consequences of the unsympathetic reality
Wading through colossal streams, of uncertainty
Sloshing thru with sheer determination as the force of maelstrom whips against me
Raining like needles penetrating my thin veil of audacity, wind slowly corroding my bravery
Then a wave of insecurity crashes into me, sending me
Into a torrent of water, my thoughts incoherent as I plummet deeper under, until
The thoughts of making it out of the water seem vain and unrealistic, So, I turn and say:
Goodbye, see you later.
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