Rhymes! Oh poetry!

30 on the phone
20 online
So many poems i've written
In this short time
Most are short
Some are long
But in all
I come undone
Why do i write
And waste my time
When no one reads
My worldly rhymes
They talk about life, love and fears
But most of all they speak of many unshed tears

But what is it with rhymes
Polluting my healthy mind
With ideas of life
For which i have no time
They are artistic crimes
Which force me to fall in line
Asking me to donate my thoughts and mind
For an outcome where i dont gain a dime
But i dont always mind
Sometimes the poems are worth the time
They're not cloudy like a french mime
And instead they have a lesson which they chime
Reminding me to make use of my time

The feeling of dying

Useless piece of shit
It's a book with no script
Everyday i grab it and sit
And i flip through pages of it
Looking for stamps and writing within
That prove memories which otherwise can't exist

And im caught out as a lier
While actively denying
That the shit i speak
Is the truth about who i am
Well fuck that
Who needs proof
See me?
In sixteen years i've seen, more shit than can be
Im living proof, as solid as can be
Now believe me
Cus half the shit that i've seen
Has to be described as unreal
But i survived
Yeah i'm still alive
Despite dying a small number of times
But i don't mind
It happend before i could really remember my life

There's only one time i do remember
Which was in the middle of a winter night
Leaning over a window sill, for my life i had to fight
I lost control of my life
I died
Woke the next day with my mother by my side
Crying to me that i scared her
Then she left my side
Blaming me for scaring her from her hide

Makes no sense don't it?
Not my fault i almost died
The way i was born was no chose of mine
That feeling though, the one of loosing sight
Knowing that against your control
Your losing grip on your life
It haunts me
Constantly i remember
The feeling of what it's like to be free
When ever i remember
I feel more like me

Prozac

Take some prozac
Fuck that
That shit is going to make you mad
I like my head, just the way it's at
I like to think, and not have my mind go blank
Matter of fact
That's what it's all about
Taking that shit, is just going to make you mad
My life ain't even near, anything that bad
So why prescribe me, some of this new chemical fad
I've will never need it, and i don't think i ever had

What's with the colour
Why do they make it jade
And what's with the shape
Diamond? like bling for your brain?
Rims that spin
Making you go insane

If your like me
And you know how to work the streets
You know you need your head
To keep from getting beats
You know you need your head
To not lose your feet
You know you need your head
To battle the oncomming sleet
So what's the use of this fucking mind pill
You will lose your head, and everything within

The cost of you

My killer addiction
Is no ordinary addiction
On the contrary, it's more of an affliction
With a mean misson
It's constantly beating me to submission
It came without my permission
And refuses to give me an intermission
It's hitting
Splitting
Like nuclear fission
It's an affliction that gets rougher
Every time I beat it, it comes back tougher
A disease that makes me suffer
But i can't run for cover
Wherever i go it's there
Like fucking headlice in your hair
Curing needs extra special care
But i still don't dare
And i can't
And i shan't
Because the pain i feel
Is a dose of what's real
And after all, that's the whole deal
Pain for a while
Accompanied by random crying
A hint of lying
And the feeling of my soul dying
Is all the cost of being near to you
And for all that it is, it still makes me smile