The tagboard [Random post]

I got the URLs from 'the yellow thing',
Which went to stop procrastinating.
From the URLs I obtained something,
Which I then coloured to make it sting.

Next to my posts lie a tagboard of mine,
Black and yellow - its coloured fine.
Some say yellow is too feminine,
But I say "Please don't waste my time."
I have already said that it is mine,
Thus you can suck my meaty limes.

Others say black is too gothic,
But I say "Stop being a prick."
I am one you don't wish to tick,
Or else your balls I shall kick.

Why did I say it stings, you see?
Because it's coloured like a bumble bee.
Black like my hair, yellow like my pee,
Both are colours from a part of me.

Coloured it for I was bored,
And made this glaring tagboard.
Flashy now it seems, my blog,
But don't worry, I am the lord.

- GreyKliche

Blanked out

My juices dormant,
No molecular movement.
Everything silent,
What I seek hidden in the content.

Searching in desperation,
In my own sea of information.
Battling with the rebellious currents,
Time's the limitation.

He gave me another chance,
In the 'waters' I danced.
A ray of hope and I pranced,
But I made totally no advance.

Finally I gave up hope,
Adrenaline's my dope.
In the 'waters' I begin drowning,
Nothing but 'water' I groped.
I can't cope,
But will I die? Nope.
I'm down with 50 lines,
What a joke.

-GreyKliche

The never frowning clown.

Smiles outside,
Stressed inside.

Showing my teeth smiling,
Inside blades sharpening.

A compilation of murderous intent,
Hidden inside to be vent.

I have attached the fuse,
When shall it be used?

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It shall not be lit,
For it ain't worth my fit.
My teeth I shall grit,
and toss this bomb into the pit.

The reason of the reason stupid,
Yes I mean that piece of shit.
This oath I shall keep,
and bury this hatchet not-deep.

I will never let it go away;
It won't anyway.
I will remember this everyday,
Until the day I fade away.
But don't worry okay?
Because I'm GreyKliche.

This shit won't bring me down,
I'm the never frowning clown.

I will take it down,
From my insides.
Kick it out of my town,
Right into the wild outside.

- GreyKliche

Thoughts.

I can't stop thinking.
Involuntary like blinking.
Thoughts in my head swirling.
Returning even after dismissing.

In my head they stay,
Never going away.
Lingering day after day,
Getting in my life's way.

I don't know if this is an ability,
Or is it mankind's liability.
Thoughts never leave you alone,
They will never be gone.

They bring mankind inventions,
Unaffected by suppression.
Created by the brain's procession,
Unable to be 'removed' unless forgotten.
'Forgotten' is not deletion,
Hiding behind other thoughts causing hesitation.
Eluding your vision,
Bringing irritation.
Ignoring their existence,
You live in ignorance.

They are factors affecting your judgement,
They become the judges that conclude your action.
You become a victim of condemnation,
As you fall into slavery to them in your every decision.

Screaming in confusion,
Unable to comprehend your thoughts and action.
That is when you experience realisation,
Finding out your thoughts' achievement.

They have conquered your mind,
Pulling the strings in your head's behind.
Your thoughts now have control over your nature,
Altering your very character's structure.

That is when it is too late,
Your personality's at hell's gate.
All signs of your thinking they eliminate,
You begin to submit to fate.

You have become a being of logic,
A being that claims to be realistic.
Emotions hidden in the dark attic,
They accumulate and corrode you like acid.
The ending is apocalyptic,
You will break down in mental fatigue.

-GreyKliche

A piece of thought.

How do you appease?
By letting them do as they please?
Why do you appease?
Is it to create peace?

If you let them do as they please,
You will be the one pissed.
If you want to create peace,
You have to sacrifice something at least.

It doesn't make any sense,
Or am I the one too dense?
Mind in a trance,
Consciousness stuck in an endless dance.

Isn't peace a good thing?
It is, I think.
Then why is making peace like a self-invasion?
I don't understand the contradiction.
We leave our backs open to the opposition.
We give in to them no matter the condition.
Just so they can have a sense of satisfaction.
Is that not like a self-invasion?

When we fail to please,
We appease.
When we displease,
We appease.
Why do we appease?
Why do we seek peace?
Is peace important?
Is peace consistent?
Does it have a guarantee?
Or even a warranty?
You put your life on the line,
To achieve an ever-fragile inexistent.
If you think it's fine,
You've got guts - have a compliment.

The more questions I ask,
The faster they generate.
This is an uncompletable task,
with this ever-increasing production rate.
Behind this smiling mask,
Questions congregate.
I am still on task,
Despite my subconscious submission to fate.

-GreyKliche