scream

i eat trash
like a possum
oh well,
also living in trash
being a trash-
can

hash-
tag
suscess.
im a mess.
a beautiful mess
of miraculous dreams,
of forests and screams
of a vengeful banshee,
how fun, she
's just living in stress.

can relate, can't you see?
my wild fantasy
like a stream
like a scream
like a rhyme.
how could i find
something fresh,
something sharp,
something new?
if i know
just a few
a few silly words?

screams,
like chords,
are sitting
on a stave
like black birds
on a grave
of my poetry.

or maybe
it's Poe and try?
i should try
i definitely should try
screaming more.
maybe one day
i'll find
the perfect sound.

funda(mentally)

People can't be
fundamentally good or bad.
And maybe
she was a punk
and he did ballet,
I thought
i was seeing blue,
and you're saying red.

I wanted to say so much but I've done so little
My heart is a burst of sparkling sprinkles and glitter,
A catastrophy bomb,
A small insignificant critter.

But a girl
can be a warrior to,
that's you need to know
I have something inside me that i think i wanna show.
In my womb there's a fish
And she's dying when
i'm seeing snow.

And maybe i'm not made for you, but i'm choosing you
i don't know the truth, but i'm trying being the truth...
and, you know,
i AM both a punk
and i am a ballet

but why
it's so hard to believe
that i'm not

fundamentally bad?