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A mental trip

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Ourself

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Created on 5-22-07

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I know I got more potential
than a blank piece of paper,
and my pencil always ends in taper.
These mailbox memories got me surrounded.
Forced to rebel, just like an adolescent,
against the ones that kept me grounded.
I’m astounded,
at the way the mind can take a memory and compound it.
Why can’t I see just what I see,
and leave the mental as I found it?
There’re traffic lights before my eyes
that no one can see,
but here and there the circumstances
turn the signal green.
I flash and panic,
look at myself,
man, I think I’m manic.
Anti-depressants won’t work
unless it’s that time released Xanax.
I’m at the annex
of a breakdown,
and I’m going insane,
thinking that nothing good can be made of my brain.
Hold tight to any pleasantries,
and manifest the rest.
Contort my face into a mask to hide the stress.
You only see my best.
You’ll barely ever see me fail a test.
To add to my insanity,
I’m also a perfectionist,
a self proclaimed psychiatrist.
I’m analyzing everyone.
I know exactly what you think,
I know precisely what you’ve done.
I know that only God can judge,
but I act too often like I’m One.
I’ll never admit when I’m wrong.
I’m stubborn,
I could fight with you the whole night long.
I stick my foot in my mouth,
and walk with it,
stomp my spine for a bit.
I’ll be paralyzed or dead before I quit.
For some reason I don’t give a shit,
I keep talk’n more,
try’n to even the imaginary score.
I’m out the door,
and I’ve left everything I was fighting for.
After all,
everything said was false,
had to leave to make sure I still had a pulse.
Cold slivers spread like mulch.
I’m a mutant
and my power is asshole,
make up shit
like Wall Street’s got cash flow.
My thoughts are a hassle.
Wish I could lock them up
inside the dungeon of a castle
and look at them from afar.
Maybe locked behind bars
I could discover what they are.
But that’s a fantasy,
like fly’n uncandidly,
catch’n magic creatures from the rain forest canopy.
I really need to think before I speak,
and only let the words leak
if the thoughts ring true for more than a week.
Hey me!
Just shut up and be happy.
Paranoia is in your head,
The life you’re living’s not that crappy.
Get some therapy,
and find a better way to vent.
I know but I find I snap at any comment,
can’t hold my tongue
just release the first thing that pops in my head.
But when you do it’s the demeanor
that you learned from you’re dad.
Now sit back and think
of all the bad things that he’s done to you
and use that as an example
of everything you’re not to do.
God knows I’ve tried.
This rage is just to deep inside.
It seems to find a way
to ruin everything that’s going fine.
Where’s your mom in all of this?
Well she pretty much blames me
for everything done by her other kids.
I really don’t know what her problem is.
I know my siblings can’t do anything right,
and I guess I have abandoned them,
because I’m trying to further my life.
I’m just trying to survive.
They act like they look up to me
so I give them advice,
and then they throw it in my face,
disgraced,
I might erase,
everyone I try to get close to
is fucking twofaced.
Why don’t you try dealing with people that bring it real?
That’s the deal,
I feel like I’m walk’n in a mine field.
Everything’s so calm and serene,
grass green,
sky blue and clean,
six steps through,
click boom – nah –
no it’s a murder scene.
So do you think there’s anyone you can trust?
Not really,
well there’s my wife,
but everyone else is bust.
So now what?
You tell me that my life’s a mess,
but besides that
all I’m deal’n with
are heightened levels of stress.
Send me on my way
with a clean bill of health.
Noth’n of the kind.
It seems you’ve got problems of the mind.
Just take a look at us,
we’re talk’n to ourself.
DAMN!

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On June 17th 2007 SoulRevival18 Said :

	very nice piece of writing. really good.

On May 24th 2007 xxxAngelicaxxx Said :

	i love it!

On May 23rd 2007 dragonslilbit Said :

	very good i loved it

On May 22nd 2007 Jbelled24 Said :

	Thats great writting guy!!!!!

On May 22nd 2007 dureall Said :

	I would love to hear this put to music. This is freaking badass.

On May 22nd 2007 babyblue187954 Said :

	great job really really good.. Long but worth the time it took to read

On May 22nd 2007 nevermine Said :

	Holy shit this is absolutely right on!!!!!! Every damn word is a cord struck in the right spot. You're brilliant!

On May 22nd 2007 chickenbroth Said :

	This is absolutly amazing, fantastic job dude. There is not one peice of art on here that I don't like, Rock the fuck on!!

On May 22nd 2007 paintshoppro Said :

	thats really nice...my favorite paragraph is this one:"Where’s your mom in all of this? Well she pretty much blames me for everything done by her other kids. I really don’t know what her problem is. I know my siblings can’t do anything right, and I guess I have abandoned them, because I’m trying to further my life. I’m just trying to survive. They act like they look up to me so I give them advice," i love the way you structured the stanzas, and i also like the way you sorta-rhymed, like i usually do..you can really hear the beats when you read the lyrics now..great job :D

On May 22nd 2007 joguff1977 Said :

	your so good.

On May 22nd 2007 jewells716 Said :

	hehe mental trips.... take em all the time... sometiems i think i think too much :) good job though it's awesome! woot woot laters.

On May 22nd 2007 sunny102 Said :

	I love your work...so real and from the heart. How're things going for you? Hang in there James!

On May 22nd 2007 crotchrotwedgy Said :

	Yeah, most of my poems are lyrics. They've just never been added to an instrumental. 8)

On May 22nd 2007 tswieberg Said :

	This is awesome...it's a song?

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