how to become invisible - an histerical drama poem
me (slowly and dramatic) - every morning i wake longing
every moment i long for some feedback of yours
every momen
seems unreasonable as i secretly somehow managed to turn invisble to your eyes
perhaps you're the one with the hability to turn people invisible
and here i am
visible shockingly visible
to everyone i meet
but you
angrily reminding those moments we haven't shared
and there you are
reminding me of that glorious failure of mine
him - was it a failure? i thought you said it was a deliberate thing
me - it was
that was moment i fell in love.
him - why would you fall in love with someone like me?
me - that moment. your soul spoke to me
It said '*ssshh* waait! not yet!'
and i burned out. i burned out from your life
him - you've never been in my life
me - I know...
then how come you are in mine???
how can i remove you from my heart?
postpone you from my tasks?
him - Leninha I'm not who you think I am. I'm not talking to you at this moment.
I'm not even thinking about you this moment
me - ...
you probably aren't.
it seems like
I just came from the future on a time machine
me - i dunno. this is like so very surreal...
most parts of this story came to me in my mind. dunno. freequencies...
i'm glad you're gone.
it's strange hearing a voice that sounds like you in my mind,
and knowing it's not you at all.
(looks into a void space)
now it's your eyes.
you're doing that poker face of yours.
dammit! why am i so in love?
maybe i'm broken somewhere in my mind
and i channel lost souls who roleplay the people i'm in love with randomly.
maybe there's a club of them where they all gather
and join people's brains like in that Malcovich movie
but instead of owning the body
they just suggest thoughts, memories, ideas and feelings.
Is this being funny for you??
it is not for me I tell you!
Neither for people I usually love.
they always bear that 'what the serious fuck' face on them when i tell them my feelings...
lost souls in a choir (laughing) - it actually is funny, your imagination is quite thrilling,
me and my lost souls brain travelers friends are rolling on the floor laughing out loud in here,
(serious) but no. we are not lost souls.
there isn't such club my dear.
I'm sorry to tell you it is all on you.
it is all in your head.
you are continuously creating all of this:
the euphoria
the rejection
the delusions
the future plans
the dialogs
it's all on you.
you are one hell of a brain my sweetheart.
but this isn't no haunted house here.
tss tss.
it's just you and your loneliness talking.
prguitarman
gummygunk
turnnoffyourmind
snowghoul