the stench of realness and a reminder to wipe up the blood.
god, I feel so foolish still surprised at how i burn and need that approval long for it, crave it tears run down fiery cheeks emotions rip apart reason creating a crevasse of stark darkness where once reason used to thrive I'm not really alive was I ever? it's all so different harsh, hard, confusing and q u i e t pain is almost welcomed numbing that hurtful relief, recognized and penetrating a deeply familiar ache a 'cheers," in my tavern of emptiness I hardly feel myself ...
My sadness, silent, incredibly-alluring to some It flows in a powerful, pitiless wave, drowning I try to remember a time when things were wonderful Head spins like a dark cloud at times in the evening
Where are the wonderful visions, forgotten fun They excite, prevent you from falling asleep. dreaming of love, instead broken dreams, and the worst nightmares Taught wisdom by life at an early age, retreating along the way
I try and remember to remember and dream of a life One that never existed, one I created in my mind In order to...
Some have very high Sexual needs Others cery few needs And still find a way Lovely offers to reject As presented on a platter. Masochists? I say, to a degree But also many stupid reasons And a bad link in the brain That tells, nay, commands To refrain.
Admittance. Tangled within a toilsome need to feed the addict. Insistence. It ends and starts anew; contend the sporadic. Subsistence. Pretend emotions are good focus on landing leveled. Persistence. Sending stressed messages through displaced passages. Distance. Rest and take breaths this demeanor airs disheveled. Resistance. Voltage surges creating current; urge undeniable. Instance. Projection sees this soar descend unreliable. Assistance. No sense of...
I fight to survive certain people in my family because they cause my anger to explode and sometimes you want to kill them but consequences are to high for me so you write poetry to get rid of this anger inside your soul which is causing you pain and yes I know they are family but sometimes family get on your nerves So live life to the fullest and the Hell with the rest
What is it we're searching for, That goal we never quite reach? While all the while life's movin' on, I get behind and put upon. Why do we have to grow old and die? Where I'm content where I lie. This live and die, it's not for me, I don't want it, can't you see! I'm not happy in the now, Knowing time's fading away somehow.
Looking back, I had the knack, No problems or responsibilities. Every day was full of fun, But only on reflection. Lately I have come undone, Looking...
Normally I write a poem on New Year’s Eve And ramble about what I did and didn’t do But since the world has been in left reprieve I’d say I have a slightly different kind of view And in disbelief of how many were deceived
I lost a couple of acquaintances this last year Because it felt like there wasn’t consistency And though we don’t always have to agree It really came to a question of human decency In total disbelief of a whole new level of idiocy
Darkness can lead to depression, insecurity, and anxiety. If you ain't hap-hap happy in the shadows. Dark needs no light when all roads lead to the twilight for a thousand years. But don't be sad, take my hand. Fadeaway from your broken heart and latch on to dark's addiction. Feel your veins bleed from red to cold. Listening to the silence of the withering cello.