I watch her brain turn to mush.

One chip after the other.

She’s chipping away at her once vibrant life source in return for activities subject to my ‘merce

Has she ever been curious?

Has she ever wondered why, how, when what occurs beyond the premise of these three walls.

The first one to laugh, but the last one to share.

Scared by sex

Scared by sex

Death is rest.

No, it is not I the subject of this poem,

You should know by now that I am greater than whom I have just told.

I just puts words together that rhyme to fulfill my vague attempt at sublime-

Poetics!

Sublime poetics I say!

One day they will publish my work, one day

I’ll look up at the sun and say…

‘Dear old sun, do you sigh when the moon is high?

Or do you relish in the devilish acts that consume my night?

No you don’t, do you?’

You feel nothing at all.

In fact you’d feel nothing if you stood eight feet tall.

~ Awkward pause ~

Well,

If Doctor Seuss can make new dialects for limericks and rhyme and be treasured for creativity than why can’t I?

And,

If Shakespeare can create words for iambic pentameter than I can see no reason at all to create non-sensible literary parameters.

Oh Jolly, good God. I’ve done it again.

Bad things happen when I start to use this pen.

Let’s go back to the middle where this all began.

I AM BRILLIANT

I AM GREAT

Do You UNDERSTAND?

I am better than you and that’s what you wanted. So deal with it trap me in a cage - Oh wait.

The sun tires of orbiting all day.

That’s why it spins and spins, to escape the planets whom feel it betrayed them in some way.

Thank goodness for black holes and red dwarfs to entertain our lives.

There is no other life source so it doesn’t really matter.

One day the sun will crack. It will go away.

Earth will be crushed

Or perhaps it’ll be night depending on where you reside.

Hide-

You heard me

Hide!

Be recluse.  Stop orbiting one that is smaller than you.

Think for yourself and don’t get claustrophobic

Allah and the walrus will be there to guide you.

You are brilliant 

You are great

Do I understand?

Renae likes to write

She likes to write indeed.

She writes to fulfill her emotional needs.

These needs cannot be conquered with regular outlets

For they involve sharp things, skin damage and trachea confinements