When I say “yes”, he’ll say “no”, When I say “stop”, he’ll say “go”. Since we got hitched, the battle began, And will last as long as our lifespan. The sufferer is the home in which we dwell, As it listens to all the words that we yell. Oh sorry! I’m heart, the homemaker, And he is Brain, the cake baker. Though my work is to beat, The world prefers only my defeat 🙁
Thought shook through me thrilled with a sense of poignant pictures came thronging in panic haste tinsel glitter of empty titles thrilled by fresh and indescribable odors through a cycle of many ages endless and labyrinthine sentences thrilled to the
Life going perfect for me No wish unfulfilled even those In my weirdest dream I could see The thoughts people always pose Suddenly Almighty plans A new weather just for a change Smiling smugly like the summer rain And I
A knock at her door, she opens tiny crack “Mrs Anon?” enquirer asks. “Who wants to know?” “Are you Mrs Anon? Please tell. Has she come back? ” I need to know who you are first “wants to know!” Enquirer
Reading more between the words, my fractured dream, identified by its teeth, begins to bite in pursuit of an unknown fear, the river becoming red, a paranoid delirium sets out a scream under the praised beheading of a jolted lover
Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.