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Sam Wickstrom Sep 2019
Watching the world burn
I pause motionless for a moment and their heads turn
Who can remain still in this trembling state
Locked into to the grip of deaths embrace
I looked out into eternity and saw no hope
Yet I felt no fear, I held no dreams in my hands
Not a single spark of faith in my mind
Yet the days goes by with a tasteless pain
A senseless thought of what could be
I want to live my fantasies, just like you
But I'm sitting here watching the world burn
Motionless for a moment and I can't care
Caring is painful and my heart can't be breaking always
Fiery flickers of love rip apart my despair
Leaving me burnt and turned to unfathomable misery
All because I saw that our heaven was built on hell
Our worthless wealth, made in China
This disposable planet, soaked in petroleum filth
Could you look them in the eye for a minute
Only to feel the dystopian horror that you call beauty
Trying so hard to express this perspective
Living alone in this lamentable lethargy
If I said nothing, who would rise to break the silence?
Efuse apart from our celebratory mania
Refuse to remain in a myopic mesmerization
A hopeless hypnosis of comfortable mass hysteria
How do you call me confused, when you are conscious?
And if you are merely amused, ponder this poetry
Pity this passing plea for empathy
Sam Wickstrom Sep 2019
The madness was relief in time
sadness and over-eat my lies
shut and go to sleep my eyes
forgot this peace of mind
given there's a speed to hide
then I stop so I can really find
moment's pause, a seeming guide
so long I felt out of place
never seemed to fit the game
couldn't ride the high of a chase
chasing the wind and I'm breaking at best
can't seem to remember what
I want to forget
thoughts becoming sweat
I'm scared, yet I can see life as a joke
sit down with the boys, have a ****
But to look me in the eye when I say I broke
A will to fight or create some **** hope
I look around and see the pain
You look around and see it too
look inside it's painfully true
there's a debt, fatefully due
Sam Wickstrom Aug 2019
The lies go hand in hand
Minds break like mountains to sand
I'm breathing deep while wishing on a star
Freedom and truth set a burning in my heart
Healing hope from a feeling of life
Remember the essence don't try
Beauty in sight and strength
Tired of playing whack-a-mole
Looking for solutions on a global scale
Will determination prevail?
I fight on the side of the light
While restlessness questions my might
And all the fatigue of an endless night
We used to dream of bigger hearts
Now we dream of running away
If only it could be said clearly
Then more could share the burden
And that suffering would be light
Lies keep streaming live
Keep singing we'll be alright
Poppin bottles, cheers to steady decline
Where is the essential honor to it all
I seek that non shall fall
Yet nature gives not a ****
Let dissociation continue as if deception is not evil
Allow the epic to be forgotten as if there is no good
I ride along in indifference, music playing to set a tone
A tone of eternity and an acceptance of death
Go ahead call me crazy, but I might look into your soul
And find an amusing coincidence, too which you'd have no control
I fly through life like an eagle, seeing it all
Yet confined to repetitions
What is it all anyways?
So I invest in knowledge and relationships
and let the day go on

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