Poetically Driven

Poetically Driven (Aka The End)

They beat me down.

  I get back up.

They touch the wheel.

 I swerve.

Where Am I Now?

 In a car.

Where Do I Go?

 I don't know. 

Where Do I Want To Be?

 Heaven.

 Peaceful.

 Freedom.

 Me.

 I'm driving in the middle of nowhere, 

 Hoping to go somewhere,

 SIr Bubble of Sadness,

 Baby Bubble of my Madness,

 This is the life.

 This is the end.

 Goodbye means forever.

 "Ttyl" means later.

 The end means for good.

 A ride that lasted a little too long.

 A ride that went into the beat of a song,

 A ride that gave smiles,

 A ride that went on for miles,

  A ride that changed lives,

 A ride that told secrets and lies,

 A ride that was given,

Just to be Poetically Driven,

 Goodbye means forever,

 "Ttyl" means later,

 The end means for good,

 The final straw,

 Tears too raw,

 The last draw,

 From the deck of tarot cards,

 It's over,

This is over,

 The poet is out of explanations,

 Not creations,

 And certain desperations,

 Settle down,

 Remove the frown,

 Part 2,

 Soon on the way to coming true,

 But for now,

 These billions of stories,

 Millions based off I,

 The poet's sadness,

 Gazillions based of me,

 My own madness,

 I am sorry - only a bit,

 But this is for the best,

 This just fit,

 Everything in my life,

 I'm on road to something new,

 Getting back into the color blue,

 No more black,

 No more panic attacks,

 Just me,

 Me,

 I'm a poetic mastermind who needs to release a sin,

 Release a pain from within,

 That only 2 souls know about,

 SIt next to me,

 In this lovely red car,

 As we take a drink of alcohol in a bar,

Talk about burritos,

 Compare the sun's rays to Doritos,

 Eat tacos and cherish the stars,

 Think about what'd it be like on Mars,

 Let's just drive,

 Not think about it,

 'It' meaning life,

 'It' meaning bullshit,

 'It'  meaning the fuckery in life,

 Let's just forget it all.

 We can be runaways,

 Pack your bags,

 Say goodbye,

 Together we shoot for the moon,

 Go sky high, 

 And change the verses to our song,

 Sing a new chorus that isn't wrong.

 Dance with flare,

 Twirl our hair,

 Forget about our nightmares,

 Stare at a pretty picture,

 That isn't a wrist,

 Wish that our skin,

 Was actually sun kissed,

 But technically it'd burn,

 Like really bad,

 Anyways,

 Let's just be wild,

 Kick and scream like a newborn child,

 That is freedom,

 That is justice,

 That is peace,

 That is joy,

 That is...

 We are...

 This is.....

 You are....

 I am.................

 Poetically Driven.

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 Fuck love, fuck people, fuck friendships, fuck everyone. I say this with a giant smile on my face too because none of those things I listed matter to me anymore. You know what really matters? Reality. This world sucks. These people suck. We only survive until we utter that last word, we only survive until we gasp our last breath. This is the end of the poems. I'm out of gas. My car broke down. I'm done. I'm done being poetically driven. I'm ready to leave that dark road and follow something else. But in all reality, I'll always be down this road because once you begin something as disastrous as it can be, it must be finished. Either by you or it. And I sure as hell better be the one who gets to finish it -.- Anyways, I loved writing these. It was fun to vent into a book. It was fun to share my darkness with something other than a living person. I'm making another poem book but it's gonna be completely based off of something other than food and myself and love and twisted shit. Dunno what to call it yet but it's a work in progress. But, thanks for the support or.. whatever. Lov-.. Nah. Lol. TANK U BISHES.

 Sincerely,

 The Poetic Mastermind - Robin (K.D.)

"In order to understand the psycho, you must become the psycho." ~K.D.

(Not Kevin Durant you fucking ass cheek) 

 Song: Yala ~ Mia (Bro Safari Remix)