My mind a confused mess,
Words that sound foreign to me,
Like a game of chinese chess,
Papercuts on every part i see,

They laugh at me as i throw up,
Cut me some slack they say too bad,
My my isn't this just my horrid luck,
Heart being played a fool by these horrid farts,

My sanity took a leap off the cliffs of life,
Thoughts unbearably incoherent part of me always,
Like the thoughts of an infant as old as day five,
Plagues of intellectuality? Gone are those days,

They lost my marbles and loosened my screws,
Devour my essence but tell me why me?
My goodness change your tactics do something new!
Soul? An idealistic representation of what you wish to see.

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Author's Note: who says that life has to be "it" , "he" or "she"? life is such a... vast word. so why not "they"? haha. yeah. "they" are screwing me up. pffh.

anyways, i'm not sure if there's such thing as a double acrostic. or whatever. i'm not even sure of the EXACT definition of Acrostic. does the word Acrostic mean poetry with multiple messages hidden? or is it actually Acrostic Poetry? i'm really not sure.

first word of every line.
last word of every first 2 lines in a verse.

it was originally longer. 2 verses longer. but it might be a little too long so i cut those out.

Labels: Seasons of September

Kai-Teoh. Teoh Jun-Kai

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.