Don't read this
till the day before it's due,

Wait til the day
It's due

This poem is about
Something

That poison ivy that slithers its 
Way inside your mind 
And it sits there
Unattainable,
And the only way to distract Yourself
Is to itch every other part of Your body





As I have the TV playing 
It took me about one hour
To simply write this poem

I kept back tracking, 

Motivation is lacking 




My word play is slacking 
And that poison ivy is brain 




Adderall was a placebo
I tried snorting it
It didn't work







I think I'll go play video games.

Actually...


It's short

Even now I assume that
Maybe writing this poem will
behind my ear to stimulate the noise. 






Between
Future obsession


I'm bored 
Bored of this world

And bored of the death
Of originality

It is impossible to escape
The adrenaline in my brain





I'm obsessed with the universe
And a snowflake at the same time









Sometimes I wish I was deaf

You have plenty of time

You have time before class

It's short
There's blood on my finger


I can't get it
I dont't get it
I want to get it
Sometimes it works
get rid of that itch,






It was some stupid show
The dialogue sucked. 


Every anxious thought

I wear glasses
Merged together
With multiple pictures in front Of each eye


Nothing fills my cup
Everything is half poured

Weed works pretty well
Alcohol makes it worse

As I give in the need for
Constant distraction
I fear that my brain is rotting
As I grow more and more 
Like an addict
In need of constant noise