Turn up my television <br />Permeated my eyes <br />It's malevolent <br />If I met THIS in a scissor fight <br />I'd cut off YOUR tongue <br />on these principles alone <br />SHUT UP! ! ! ! <br />I wish I were your needles <br />I'd hold open your eyes <br />So you could see <br />That my poems are heavenly conveyed <br />To make you aware <br />the straightest paths meander <br />Unlearn me cuz every piece of me is meant to burn into an enigmatic synchronicity <br />My heart is a butterfly underneath shattered glass bleeding it's own apathy <br />Focused but my eyes deceive me <br />Opened my eyes but the lights desire not to dim <br />Not even a little bit <br />So having sight is about as useful as trying to put the pin back into the grenade <br />Expecting next to nothing but suprisingly overburdened by the full blown technicolor <br />My weighty eyes can bend silver spoons, <br />So you can bet your bottom dollar that my beautiful voice can make a neurotic wind sing <br />Leaned against the arms where quiescence resides <br />For some reason I woke up feeling relentless <br />I woke up on the wrong side of my bed today <br />And a little bit less than nothing has EVER gone MY way <br />So to get up and walk away would be too easy <br />FALLEN <br />Because that was the desire of my hear <br />Close your eyes with me <br />and drift into the UNKNOWN...<br /><br />Mikel Calcagno<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-that-s-not-meant-to-be-seen/
