Karma

Wrote this back when I was 17...ironically poignant

Sit,
And I sit.
I sit here looking where my heart is
And where my head will lead, Carthage:
Romanced her, loved in carnage
Depending on indefinite words too much...
To have one's heart in one's clutch
Then juggle, befuddle it in my own filth.
Lower its purity, grow it to insanity, and filth.
Made it open up just so I could steal its fruits
Just to be where I wanna and refute
Just what you thought my heart alludes
Magnified it through spite and think that it might
Last as we had framed it to despite:

Impatience on my part, and negligence on my other half.
Sometimes too close is too close to wrath...
I like to believe if it was meant to be then truly,
Time apart isn't disparate to departing to leave life unruly...
They Say, keep friends closer and enemies even closer:

So to love one is to bring one into your coveted corner
Set up for your own villains, designated demons
That seem and are using reverse psychology: we won...

We won one way and stun some on some other days
As I mesmerize myself more than most through many displays:
Wove you into my moon then contemplated removing
It from my loom with looming happiness proposed to conclude our story...
And instead ended with a wound upon our womb:

And thus this novel I so easily bring to flame
With confused psyches saying it can be the same
When we all know it will never welcome that past
Which has passed at supersonic speeds, as I steadfastly
Wish it hadn't changed, as I saw it coming:

Signs and prophecies from an earthly origin unwinds
To show you and me that me and you have naive tendencies...

But it's my fault for making you believe...


Strangely enough, I originally titled this "Donnell "...as in Donnell Jones...as in "Where I wanna be"