The Geek of the Week

For as long as I can remember,
I have been unlike any of my peers,
Sissy surrounded by my sisters
Oddball turned the things upside down
cuz they looked better to me
Retarded, when pain was not the problem
Outrageous, when I play my life recklessly

Random free-associating conversations crappy music videos
I don't think linearly...C then B and perhaps A
I understand how to fit in,
but that's not meee
it's just that fitting in is so simultaneously stressful and boring for me.
I'm not exceptional nor special,
Let's rape the Cannons
forget about templates or styles
let it flow...geek yourself
geeks will love you
I believe in mines

Wanna contribute to society.
Added value part of the social world.
Consequently, I feel a lot of tension between
fitting in and flipping out.
Sometimes I feel like I am two steps away from becoming the geek of the week
The former is somewhat appealing, but the latter could be terrifying.

Come out geeks we all urge the need
Is this just "being gifted" or "creative"?
Life's short and impulses are free
Should I just stop caring or will
this finally push me over?

Put your heart and soul into playing that part.
Maybe you can find a crack in everybody's haart
maybe weirdo but beloved by your art

will be unable to overlook your quirks
to see what's good about me.
Do you feel that your quirks are a cliff?
tone that down. Channel it.

Brings to mind the fascinating world of the 'one-and-only'...
I found my outlets as an outwards of my inner fires!
Creation is my rescue becoming part of the "alt" crowd

Social suicide within this dreary world

you'vetaken for an idiot
you'll b taken for a fool
You're taken for the geek of the week!

WECKER SONG

life strikes minutes to night owl!
Life goes on even if you don’t want to
Despite many fears you break in thru... See more
Despite many dens you find too doom...
Dens to spend the nite in bloom

where you look for reciprocity, sympathy or warm in excess
and somebody who flash you so strong,
your eyes roll by,
touché at point-blank haart.
If I were me I’d like to throw the anchor deep
the dirt shaken off at the precise instant the lace around my neck gets so tight,
it shakes the naughty thoughts off my head.
I guess I’m doing it fine
in this great dedication of wearing me thin
wolves’ skin,to bite on
the leader’s pack nape…but watch out!

everything turns disenchanted and dull, in this world of wolves, in this wolves’ carnival his spanish masquerade shows up.
Catching up with an old nasty trend I never embraced, but I am truly aware someday, somewhere, somehow, some day you’ll find a beautiful place at the time you hold somebody’s hand, who blooms your face towards the brightest life ever....
then let the smile fly

offering what you have for your own lost cause, be happy
In spite of you, who still don’t know whether you like it or was it what you always pet hate…
C.C. Quince

MY GLITTERED SOULMATE

And I guess Im losing written perspective

in this staggering creative spur of evol... See more

that you nurture glow

with happiness we overflow

We'd better off out this show

within our carnival masquerade we endow

And I can't help it but fall for thou

lead the pack of thoughts right back towards you

this is cruel!

to feel you until you are to be in this endless remorseful loop

You shone the light in my den

How can I let you then?

when you gimme a thousand of reasons to be

you!, the vivid haart I have ever meet

I can await you ever after May

shivering these thoughts you sculpt out of clay

to Embrace me freely someday

Let’s stumble in the course of nites and days

With this ring I wed thee now

And with this eyes(bluishballs) I wedded thou into this woe

And with these lips I broke your seal

And in these arms I embrace your haart

With no harm!

Please! come and save me from this ample hole

likewise come and dwell cosy in my den.

Let’s find a shelter

whereby we may feel complete

wherein free rein is given to our disquiets

Let’s climb to the tallest tree

Above it all

Let’s give off a weedy smoggy veil

You inspired me, avid for inspiring you

In carving out our MASTERPIECE world

‘cuz nobody has ever made me feel so enthusiastic of us

My belly holds the fireflies gasping for air

‘cuz our Siamese lifetimes reach the blooming season

And every colour murmurs me cherished candied things

I see thru your eyes and I feel thru your heart

Just wanna battle hand by hand the numerous struggles throughout

05 January at 12:51 ·