2005-03-11 - 1:19 p.m.
Calculate My Creativity
Ok, I'm at school right now...I have nothing to do so I decided this would be a great time to post the other poem I have. I have been meaning to post it last week, but due to crazy circumstances, I never got to.
I'm not going to say anything about my day until later, since it isn't over yet...As of right now it's really really sucking, with no oen giving two shits about my birthday, that is, if they remembered, and that guy who I talked about last entry just nailed me shut into a coffin with his words...Just destroying me...
This poem is about him, describing all the frustration he gives me instead of hugs and happiness...
Calculate My Creativity
The gears on high speed, turning since birth,
Will never let you truly see
Everything you will need to learn,
--Calculate my creativity--
Don't break your neck as you fly forward
Through the space of lines and numbers
See the symbols, not the colors,
No emotions, only words.
Your momentum can't be stopped
Your intellect can't be topped
But every sentence, tear I've dropped
To you are unseen and unheard.
Speeches fall upon deaf ears
Hearing frequencies of logic.
The form is always most important
Than the feelings or the fears.
Light makes up every scene and
Death is life-- it's never tragic.
Solutions are always most important.
I don't believe in love or dreams.
The gears on high speed, turning since birth,
Will never let you truly see
Everything you will need to learn,
--Calculate my creativity--
Don't break your nose as you fall forward,
Your face pressed against your prison
Of seeing symbols, never colors,
No emotions, only words.
Your momentum can't be stopped
Your intellect can't be topped
But every sentence, tear I've dropped
To you are unseen and unheard.
My heart has wings, but that's impossible.
My soul sings sorrow, that's improbable.
My eyes bleed, but that's unthinkable
If no knife has pierced the skin.
But all of your great intrangience
Is like a horrid pestilence
Upon me, leads to reticence
And death to every dream within.
Your eyes are that of Oedipus--
You'll never know what you will miss.
So don't break your neck as you fly forward
Through the space of lines and numbers
See the symbols, not the colors,
No emotions, only words.
Your momentum can't be stopped
Your intellect can't be topped
But every sentence, tear I've dropped
To you are unseen and unheard.
I'll throw a wrench into your gears
And maybe then you'll fin'ly see
Everything you need to learn
...Can't calculate creativity.
c)Lisa Bonanni 2/17-3/1/05
blown ashes - still scatter
