Insanity
Slipping,
Down the concrete.
Pushing,
My hands pressed where the air and the wall meet.
My mind,
Was set for insanity,
My heart,
Wasn't made for reality.
Scribbled little notes,
On every piece of paper in my reach,
Thoughts keep coming,
Stealing my feelings like a leech.
No sense comes from the words I speak.
Saying little rants,
And rambles,
And feelings I can't preach.
Unconsciously lost,
I wasn't made normal.
Feelings never straight,
It's enough to make a great storm fall.
My mind,
Was set for insanity,
My heart,
Wasn't made for reality.
-Victoria Marie
BINABASA MO ANG
Still The Same
PoetryIn the world of ink, I have lost myself. And now for the readers of the land, I have sworn my oath to pledge my words to all. I have now found my place, and this is where I'll stay. So even after all I have been through.... I'm Still The Same. *All...
