Normal - Almost that

Such a conglomeration of nonsense
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.

If only I could turn off the noise:
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.

If only
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.

Donkeys Dont Da Vinci

In my mind
I'm fairly fine...
Yet sometimes
these thoughts are out of line.
Strewn 'cross the page.
Bottled, but broken
from the way they savagely tear my brain open.

The clowns are all laughing,
donkeys, they cry
all for the fear of these elegant ties
which fasten our bodies to our minds.
For I know our hearts work hardest
to bleed a masterpiece
through the hands of an artist.

The Artist's Mind

Skyline of artwork;

filled to the brim

with every red drop

of scattered sin.

Letting my mind flow.

Caught, let it sail

through the fibers of my fingers nail.

Ripping beneath the clothing that tame!

repeating the syllables, "I am only to blame!"

Stop.

Digging my nails into the skin that contain...

For I am spitting, 

drooling, filth from my lips;

My mind is shouting out reminisce.

& I still dont know you

so I must resist...

My head is spinning, becoming a daze;

sorting my breath through the solid haze,

but I will write you a story 

that will awe and amaze.

Taking it, line by line.

Brains lay

mossy & flowered,

no longer in use,

yet king of its tower.

Covered in calligraphy,

drowning in paint;

becoming something much less than sane...

Given away, 

my most valuable; Brain.

Ive left mine to wilt,

covered in bones;

lost remnants of this bodys home

living a life, as I spend mine alone.