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Life is killing me
i want to give up writing. inspiration doesn’t flow from me anymore.
there is too much pain to vent and not enough words. with my limited
vocabulary and terrible concentration how will i ever express my truest feelings?
even voicing my own thoughts seems hard these days. when i sit to read
all my past work, i feel alien to myself. i can’t recognize the person who wrote this.
i realize this because i don’t know who i am. i have questions but no answers.
i have means but no will. i have goals but no hope. all i desire, leaves me.
all i cherish, dies and all i keep, decays. i did this to myself.
my crooked arm of evil twisted the levers and swung the fulcrum. savoring the regret.
i have a million. one for every scar, stab, spit and more. they will pile on
until i’m crushed under the weight of my anguish.
everything this world has to offer is wonderful. i don’t care about any of it now.
all wonders are paltry. all laughter is forced. only pain feels like home.
married to despair with emptiness on it’s way. now, the chaos of thoughts
will only entertain the conscious mind. soon thoughts will freeze. words will halt.
i will go mute. incapable of even speaking with people. walls will be built.
prisons of self hate and apathy. this will become my habitat.
nobody will bother to remember my name. incognito,
i will chase the flame in my dark maze of tears and drool.
there is too much pain to vent and not enough words. with my limited
vocabulary and terrible concentration how will i ever express my truest feelings?
even voicing my own thoughts seems hard these days. when i sit to read
all my past work, i feel alien to myself. i can’t recognize the person who wrote this.
i realize this because i don’t know who i am. i have questions but no answers.
i have means but no will. i have goals but no hope. all i desire, leaves me.
all i cherish, dies and all i keep, decays. i did this to myself.
my crooked arm of evil twisted the levers and swung the fulcrum. savoring the regret.
i have a million. one for every scar, stab, spit and more. they will pile on
until i’m crushed under the weight of my anguish.
everything this world has to offer is wonderful. i don’t care about any of it now.
all wonders are paltry. all laughter is forced. only pain feels like home.
married to despair with emptiness on it’s way. now, the chaos of thoughts
will only entertain the conscious mind. soon thoughts will freeze. words will halt.
i will go mute. incapable of even speaking with people. walls will be built.
prisons of self hate and apathy. this will become my habitat.
nobody will bother to remember my name. incognito,
i will chase the flame in my dark maze of tears and drool.
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Re: Life is killing me
Anonymous
1st Mar 2014 12:48pm
It is part of the cycle, just as drive, energy and vigor is important and we celebrate its exuberance; the pause, the halt, the rest is just as crucial, perhaps even more.
Relatable thoughts you got here 13, but i tell you, everything you write comes right in the middle center of your core being so you better hang on and let things take its course.
Relatable thoughts you got here 13, but i tell you, everything you write comes right in the middle center of your core being so you better hang on and let things take its course.
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re: Re: Life is killing me
11th May 2014 10:00am
yeah you're right... but sometimes it takes years... this one feels something like that.
a starter failure :P
thanks for stopping by :)
it's been so long since i logged on i can tell i've missed a lot of goodies along the way :(
a starter failure :P
thanks for stopping by :)
it's been so long since i logged on i can tell i've missed a lot of goodies along the way :(
Re: Life is killing me
2nd Mar 2014 3:58pm
Your giving is always enjoyed 13...
sometimes we just need rest and a break from it all...emotion is always present within Your ink and I am always grateful to see it!!!
Excellence as always!!!
sometimes we just need rest and a break from it all...emotion is always present within Your ink and I am always grateful to see it!!!
Excellence as always!!!
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re: Re: Life is killing me
11th May 2014 10:01am
Re: Life is killing me
3rd Mar 2014 00:39am
Well, 13, If You truly feel that your inspiration is failing You, your inborn talent as a real writer is certainly an Inspiration to me. Holy Free Holy, what a Flow of Expression, if I could come close to writing like this I would never recognize that came from me for sure. I wish my imagination could meet and marry such TALENT. As souladareatease said above, Excellence!!!
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re: Re: Life is killing me
11th May 2014 10:03am
haha you are too kind good sir... 2 kind. :P
there have been times when i myself dont recognize my writings until i log on to my blog and confirm lol
I really dont have a sense of writing... i simply burn through without thinking, then sit to edit and polish.
thank you so much.
there have been times when i myself dont recognize my writings until i log on to my blog and confirm lol
I really dont have a sense of writing... i simply burn through without thinking, then sit to edit and polish.
thank you so much.
Re: Life is killing me
3rd Mar 2014 8:15am
Re: Life is killing me
4th Mar 2014 00:02am
your nature perseveres throughout this piece, despite your best efforts to quiet it.
Bleed onto the page more, throw away falsities
Bleed onto the page more, throw away falsities
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re: Re: Life is killing me
11th May 2014 10:04am
:) ever the poet!
i have never written anything false... dont intend to start now :P
Thanks bro!
i have never written anything false... dont intend to start now :P
Thanks bro!
only pain feels like home...
6th Mar 2014 6:01pm
yes, this is a wonderful vent, my poet! and yes..one needs to go through this phase..the change n the cycle no entity ever escapes..loved that when you say..only pain feels like home...had elongated phases in them..n fees like immersed in its love..yes, pain seems to be the need , the needful silence..for a rise, a burst later.thank you fr this piece, absolute salutes man..whr r u..long tym reading u..n to my lists this one:}
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re: only pain feels like home...
11th May 2014 10:06am
yeah... you're right.
who knows... In these past two months i've only written twice.
i've been a bit busy cause i've started working.
plus bad shit has been happening to me on and off... this year is gonna be a miserable one. I've already labelled it "the year of loss"
might even take out a poem called LOSS in december. :P
thanks much uma!
who knows... In these past two months i've only written twice.
i've been a bit busy cause i've started working.
plus bad shit has been happening to me on and off... this year is gonna be a miserable one. I've already labelled it "the year of loss"
might even take out a poem called LOSS in december. :P
thanks much uma!
Re: Life is killing me
7th Mar 2014 1:32am
aww hon,...You might wanna fuck life over, before it fucks you over. Take a break from the pen, when you're ready to wet the tip again, it will be waiting. Your mind needs a vacation....Xo
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re: Re: Life is killing me
11th May 2014 10:10am
yes it does rain... but it cant be on hiatus forever.
if it stays so, it is either dead or needs to be defibrillated from it's coma. :P
thanks for your support :)
if it stays so, it is either dead or needs to be defibrillated from it's coma. :P
thanks for your support :)
Re: Life is killing me
Re: Life is killing me
3rd May 2014 5:53am