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kitchen sink 

**not mine**

Nobody thinks what I think, 

Nobody dreams when they blink

Think things on the brink of blasphemy

I’m my own shrink

Think things are after me, my catastrophe

I’m a kitchen sink,

You don’t know what that means

Because a kitchen sink to you

Is not a kitchen sink to me, OK friend?

Are you searching for purpose?

Then write something, yeah it might be worthless

Then paint something then, it might be wordless

Pointless curses, nonsense verses

You’ll see purpose start to surface

No one else is dealing with your demons

Meaning maybe defeating them

Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.

Nobody thinks what you think, no one

Empathy might be on the brink of extinction

They will play a game and say

They know what you’re going through

And I tried to come up with an artistic way to say

They don’t know you, and neither do I

So here’s a prime example of a stand up guy

Who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time

Here’s my brother and his head’s screwed up

But that’s alright

Time gains momentum the moment when I’m living in ’em

I’m winning a momentary sinning a moment passing after

A re-beginning moments mending memories

Pretending enemies are friend of me, sending me straight to bending me

My bad behavior but I bet I could have been a better man

Copy and paste caught me, and copy, better rhymes bother me

The better the rhythm the badder I am but I bet I’ll battle with ’em battle

Better I am, Gambling man, better bet I am a gambling man, I am?

Leave me alone

Don’t leave me alone.

– 21 pilots

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10 thoughts on “kitchen sink 

  1. willbott says:

    Brilliant. I won’t even begin to try and understand the full depth of what you’ve written. I don’t even fully understand the poems I’ve written, I often feel a poem or verse is for the writer to know and everyone else to guess..

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    • Hey! Thank you so much for taking the time to comment and be nice, u really appreciate it.. Unfortunately I didn’t write that it’s the song lyrics from kitchen sink – twenty one pilots (a really great song and group by the way), it just really spoke to me at the time. I should probably make it more obvious I didn’t write it.. Anyway I totally agree with you, I think a poem is your feelings written down and feelings are often hard to decipher. Thanks again for your comment 🙂

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      • willbott says:

        haha, I’m sorry I didn’t realise. A band i’ve not heard of. I do need new music, time to venture away from as much metal as I listen to. Take a minute or two to read one of my poems “Unknown Venture” and “Known Venture” and then have a go yourself. Everyone has the capacity for it.
        And no problem, I enjoy your blog on the whole. I’d comment on more but don’t for fear of bombardment and I am quite busy nearly all the time.

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      • Don’t worry about, it’s my fault. To be honest, I’m always on the lookout for new music and I’m generally really late or no one knows about them aha (Mostly alternative I guess). Ok they already sound good so I definitely will :). As for the fear of bombardment thing, trust me your comments are always welcome! But I know I don’t comment that much so I’ll do that more if you don’t mind.

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