I enjoy summarizing stories or books into a poem. I also like to write about the emotions of others who have expressed themselves to me; and of course my own thoughts, emotions and experiences.
Ate breakfast alone, again
Longing and wishing
Dragging though my day
Everything is just okay
Right in the middle of the equator kinda day
Travels, much too distant
Body, tired and slow from no excitement
Don't want to complain
Just spitting it out
Trying to explain
But hey, everything is just okay
Yeah its one of them days
Floating in my head as I drift into slumber.
Awakening to reach and feel. Feel that warmth.
Not coldness and tightness in my chest.
Breath the life back into me. Breath it. Breath it please.
Fear gets us all.
Grabs us tightly and is forceful and ridgid to relase.
But we can be free if we just relieve.
Relieve and retrieve our own life into ourselfs.
Just breath it breath it please.
Lonilness attacks hard
and we can't believe that anything can be strong and steady. Instead we take a step back and plead.
We're hurt and yet we hurt another in our attempt to heal.
But its not healing instead were stealing.
Draining others. Satisfying thirst. Inquenchable.
Take another sip its a sweet hurt.
So just sip it sip it until the last drop is disipating against your tounge.
Sour as vinegar in your mouth.
But your soul is tame and satisfied.
Then the wind whisps and air is knocked back into your tight chest.
And the clean oxygen is as beautiful as the warming sensations pulsing though your blood stream
But your energy is drained.
A pained soul drinks up.
Your heated blush face turns pallor and your extremities run cold as ice.
The vice drinks you up.
Keep on sippin until you disipate.
I thought this was natural
Born within us
As children our minds are read
Instructions printed on a page, we figured;
Someone was there, with the medicine
Curing each desire, and whim
Leaving that realm
To love one another, such a difficult task
To treat each other with respect
Easier to hide behind a plastic mask
To work hard in difficult times
Simpler to deceive and take another bite
Looking too hard
& Waiting too long
We ignore the red flags popping up left and right
We want it to be so right and so true
Blinding ourselves and blaming each other
We're never going to get what we want under such weather.
There's emptiness in our minds and vacancy in our hearts
The voids are parasites grasping for more and more nutrients
Neither are fulfilled and death is approaching
The heart is beating slow, the lungs are quivering in smoke and the mind is in a fog
Never to reach solace, lost in a universal smog.
Y our a pathological liar
A pretending villen in disguse
Your muse is attention
Your a puppet master with your snake eyes
Weak when you stand alone so you grasp at another
There you are, standing on thier shoulders
Can't you be man and learn from your mistakes
No, you only look to find whats there for you to take
Its not that you left me
Loved me, but was pretending
Its that you can't even admit
The worthlessness that you yourself has commited
Honesty you say
You stood by and were a man
But you lied your ass off until the very end
The whole entire time
It was a plan of torture
Every smile and every nod
Every insult and every blunder
You chose to decieve
And continue going on
Even if our togetherness was truely wrong
If it was over for you
Why didn't you leave me
I'm not a piece of glass
Your not going to break me
Your a coward
Plain and simple
The truth hurts maybe
But your a fool and you lost in this game baby
With blinders on they let the wrong go on
No attempts to make it right
Look the other way
Not putting up a fight
They must kinda like it
If trust were an organ
Then I’d say they’re looking for a donation
Another one to screw up
Like cirrhosis of the liver
They’re lookin’ to corrupt another
Kinda a sick when you think about it
Acting as if nothing occurred
Forget that pain we condoned
It’s as if I’m a scapegoat, placed on throne
Smiles and chitchat are replaced suddenly
Each with a heavy rock and jagged stones
I emerge from the mess; still angry
I don’t fight, No I don’t get revenge
But I’m still angry
What do I do when I’m still angry
I want to cause pain
I want to get them close and turn my back
I want to be the one with the power and the patience
The push them to the brink and fill them with self doubt
But no, I don’t fight
I don’t get revenge
I just get angry.
Stitched up and tied with a bow.
On my doorstep, it rang.
Sound bountiful in my ears.
Knocking now it wants to get this started.
Tapping in my head continues on.
Pounding in my head it continues on.
Pulsing in my head it, continues on.
Natures wind blows hard
And nurture is not so sweet
And volcanoes erupt
Yet nurture is still cold as the ice nature creates
A being lies still; corrupt.
Thunder clashes and the lightening follows
Wheres the middle ground?
Wheres my middle ground?
Sometimes it works.
When I grasp the pen tightly
Spreading words across a page
Other times I need to sweat
Sweat out the pain
And sweat out the fear
I need to sweat until I don't feel.
Letting go as my soles slap the pavement
Blurs of the grey sky and the green forestry surround me
Forgotten; the life that engulfs me.
Forgotten; the waves that slam me.
Forgotten; all the thought processes and memory.
Letting go as I slow and regain composure
Drenched in the sour pain that lived in me.
Imprisoned inside a house
With photos and mirrors
A kitchen table with apples in a bowl
TV's and electronics to fill silence with sound
Windows to view a different world
With bushes in the yard and mailbox in the front
But beyond that scenery lives a world changing immensely
I lay alone imprisoned in a timeless world
Seems could lay for hours and no one would even know
Somewhere beyond this I imagine I wouldn't feel so alone
In a place that lacks noise that fills every moment with tortuous sound
Not every foot step with a place to go
Not every mistake rubbed with rough alcohol into the wound
A place where I might enjoy the breath I breathe and the time I have left
You're too helpful
Push and shoving words of "wisdom" into my ear drum
Prognosis this and treatment that
Mind over matter
Happiness and gratitude
Stop with all your positive attitude
Belief and thought process this
and try this technique that
You're too helpful, don't you see?
Stop pulling out the terms and use your brain
You're killing me with kindness and it's driving me insane
Trying to bring peace, but all that you succeed is expressing your beliefs
You're not really listening, but offering up advice
Please just stop, you're too helpful.
I’ve lost hope each day and now my pocket is empty
Nothing but filth and ash
Breaking her bones breaking my bones
Tearing into grey matter ripping it open destroying it
God is a lie don’t you know
Perhaps that is all I know
Spawn of Satan, he resides in me now
Living my life for me
7:27 now and there’s not a god damn thing to show
Pitiful end of the day
I hang my head low and reside where all the hate must go
Try to shower it off me
Try to scrub the rage away
Try to flush the ugly down the drain
But it up-heaves and splashes into my face
Like acid on my skin
It dissipates into my pores and fades in
A solution is an answer is a new start is plan for action
My mind is a tangled mess is a upheaval of confusion is a plane of destruction
Your words are kind are intentions of rescue are helpful injections
My words are cold are harsh are screams of imperfect reflection
I am stained am bleached am covered in a negativity wave
I am fallen am failing am flailing
This day is everlasting is demanding is a revelation of my creation
My acts are grim are stern are unrelenting
Your forgiveness is comforting is awing is, undeserving.
Once upon a time I felt the sweet bristles lift me off the pavement
Up to a place I’d never been, a place I shall never lay my iris’s on again
I squeezed and arched to fit my anatomy with persistent consistency
What a tragedy, it seemed to be imaginary and with another cool breeze
Off I fell onto the uninviting pavement, or so I thought
With a few steps, to my left a rose garden appeared
Too cold for a petal to bloom, I wouldn’t allow it
With my ice breath, I commenced every living thing to its death
I breathed an oath; I refused any sort of growth
I see my foolish ways and I stare at the darkened dirt
Nothing surrounding it, but pavement and stone
Here I lay and here I own, what a pitiful, and lonesome soul
Awaiting the zephyr, as there has to be another.
Quick and tempting
A moment gone so fast
Can barely remember the happiness that surpassed
An experience dissipated in a moment of time
Relish in future, unlikely
Won't last very long
Feels so right
Gratification plain in sight
But forgotten by morrow
Holding on hard to these moments so pleasing
Sad to say the truth that rings
Nothing lasts forever
Even memories, so displeasing.
Fuck Her and fuck Him.
Fuck life and fuck the world.
Fuck living and fuck this air I inhale.
Fuck it all and fuck the small.
Fuck everything and fuck the swine.
Fuck the good and fuck the bad.
Fuck the right and fuck the wrong.
Fuck the sun and fuck the moon.
Fuck the past and fuck the unknown.
Just lose it. Lose control and lose center. Lose it all and drop. This is the fucking fall.
Fuck hope and fuck desire.
Fuck the drink and fuck the job.
Fuck it, you'll mess up.
Fuck it, you won't survive.
Fuck it, they've won.
Fuck this mind and fuck my slumber. Fuck the awakening and fuck this hating.
Fuck my thoughts and fuck my words, fuck my eyes and fuck my lips, fuck the pain that is on a continuous drip.
Fuck my legs I walk no more. Fuck my arms I reach no longer. Fuck my core I'm rotting from the inside out.
Fuck the movement and fuck the sounds.
Fuck my racing pulse and fuck my trembling foot.
Fuck my tightened jaw and fuck my twisted brows.
Fuck my nails gripping hard and fuck my ears still hearing sound!
Fuck every inch, fuck this flesh.
A single round raindrop
Falls from sky to ground
Fast flowing though the atmosphere
It makes a pitter patter sound
From Red to Violet
Indigo and Yellow
It springs up in the wet, wet meadow
With leafy trunks and a light that shines amongst
Together the rain and the light
Mix and conjure up delight
Orange, blue and green
Its value is of sheen
But quick as soon as you saw it
It takes on the property of unseen
And that gold you were in search of
Is now a fleeing dream
Just a simple, color scheme
I just want some short lived injection of romance.
Just a kiss.
A momment that makes want to keep trudging along.
A fleshy touch.
An imperical state, where something blooms.
Where you realize that its worth it.
Someone who can reach inside you.
Flipping your stomoch 'round.
Drowning in suffocating, emotional mudd.
Everyday I see the sun come up
But you can still see the moon
Its cloudy and distant
But oh it exists.
The sun warms me and my flesh
It relieves the chill that night represents
Weather the moon is full or new
Some times its half, even crescent
Then it quickly rises, quarter moon,
Back to half, and finally its new
And when its new, its bright
and the brighter the more
It pains my eyelids
Oh my eyelids
The sun comes and goes each day
But the moon is forever
Shining the earth with light
You can feel it fading though
You can feel it fading
Sometimes early, the clouds will get in the way
They are the cousins of the moon
And just like it they are sure to ruin the mood
Rain pours hard
and thunder claps loud
You can see the moon large and towering
While the clouds surround it and it rains down
Oh it rains down
Sometimes it doesn't stop.
Smothering the earth in polluted waters
Diving too deep in these waters
What a tragic event
Without the sun
It would drown us.
Discern fantasy from fact
Its difficult enough
To stay intact
Your dreams and desires
Are as equal to mine
But the difference between us
Is the truth that is underline
How I wish it to be true
But the information I am repeating
Is soon to misconstrue
Distance kills my heart
I reach for you
But your too far
And what it leaves is
A voice whispers words into my veins
A voice instructs me, strut this way
And that way too, don’t stop...I’ll never shoo.
By the time I’ve made it to the train
My heart begins to
Without a moment to choke
I hop on the station
Headed west, with barely a breath
A thought in this head that steals any concentration
Sleep eludes me, you penetrate me
Enrich me with the echoes of your mind
Bare with me, let us intertwine
A path paved over by the ways of the world
Still hot and sticky, I mold it with my toes
Imprinted with my wishes and my hopes
No traces of intervention
No substance of prevention
Sitting atop the stool
Painted by the artist
Within his palm
Lies his instrument
Prepared to implement
Painting shadows of time and space
Strokes back and forth
Lines united by grace
A picture varnished
A piece of time caught
As quick as created, it
Fading with all its glory