2 AM, must be lonely

still
still...still
standing, driping.
everything rolling down those cursed curves
i'm human
and i hate
humans?
they make mistakes.

poetic curse
words handcuffed to emotion
even out of the womba
metaphorical cacoon.

technical and frail
wating for a rhym to fail.
nothing starts as intended to end
words morph
meteres change in a free style life
reality doesn't rhyme
a lesson to be learned in time.
have i learned mine?

fucking rhyme.
is it a crime?
to want to rhyme?
decidedly so.
a funk
in color
jade

syllables?
meter!
an end rhyme,singular
...does it prove my point?
alitterations alerts attentive audiences,
alright?

fuck your conventions
you can smile and be dark
anger is a passion
dependable...strong.

still.

betrayal is a bridge
we all walk
i am human yes, i make mistakes
get over yourself
prick your finger
sleep your way out of my life.

still...still
blending in
still
keep still and they won't sting