I say life is painful and dreary
As it’s difficult to fully live
When not well equipped
Through a journey not chosen

Lost hope in a torturous struggle
For being misunderstood
With emotions uncontrolled
And dictating every move

So I change angle and look for the good in things
I try - “get a grip”  - as people tend to say
But difficulty remains
When others take the lead

So, with tracks of tears
Deeply ingrained
My journey remains decided
But not by me

wolfbiter
wolfbiter
Nov 5, 2014

I’m trying to acquire a taste for black coffee
But the bitterness of it just seems to resonate
All too well with this heart in my rib cage.
And I’m learning how to sleep alone
The sheets on your side of the bed stay cold
But I have to learn how to tackle the nightmares
All on my own. You won’t always be there,
Well equipped to shoot down the demons.
I’m building up my own artillery,
I spend most of my afternoons at the shooting range.
I cannot continue to rely on an unreliable army
So I must learn to rely on myself.
This black coffee stains my teeth
I’m dropping weight again, it seems,
But my outward appearance is none of my concern
I have an entire enemy base to shoot down
While I build up a defense of my own.
Perhaps it is better to win this one alone.

Pascale Marino
Pascale Marino
Oct 28, 2015

WHEN I RECALL MY PAST FAILURES, ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND PROWESSES I SEE A DIFFERENT ME LIVING DIFFERENT LIVES AND MY EXPERIENCES AS MAJOR CHANGES.
LOOKING BACK I CAN SEE THE DIFFERENT PERSON THAT I AM FROM YESTERDAY AND THE ONE I WILL BE TOMORROW.
I FEEL NO REMORSE, GRUDGE OR PAIN, ON THE CONTRARY I FEEL WELL EQUIPPED TO GO INTO ANOTHER LIFE. OTHER STAGES,  ANOTHER TRANSCENDENCE APPLYING MORE WISDOM TO MY ACTIONS WITH LOVE AS MY COMPANION.
AGE IS IRRELEVANT; IT IS MORE A MATTER OF BETTERMENT THROUGH MAJOR CHALLENGES. A SPIRITUAL VOYAGE IN THE STYLE “101” WITH ROOM TO GROW INTO THE SOUL I WISH TO BE.

Pascale Marino
Pascale Marino
Oct 30, 2015

WHEN I RECALL MY PAST FAILURES, ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND PROWESSES I SEE A DIFFERENT ME LIVING DIFFERENT LIVES AND MY EXPERIENCES AS MAJOR CHANGES.
LOOKING BACK I CAN SEE THE DIFFERENT PERSON THAT I AM FROM YESTERDAY AND THE ONE I WILL BE TOMORROW.
I FEEL NO REMORSE, GRUDGE OR PAIN, ON THE CONTRARY I FEEL WELL EQUIPPED TO GO INTO ANOTHER LIFE. OTHER STAGES,  ANOTHER TRANSCENDENCE APPLYING MORE WISDOM TO MY ACTIONS WITH LOVE AS MY COMPANION.
AGE IS IRRELEVANT; IT IS MORE A MATTER OF BETTERMENT THROUGH MAJOR CHALLENGES. A SPIRITUAL VOYAGE IN THE STYLE “101” WITH ROOM TO GROW INTO THE SOUL I WISH TO BE.

RJ Days
RJ Days
Jan 17, 2014

We dryly sweat when she with maiden tongue
Rebukes with haste the wicked ways of men
For all do writhe and feel most tort'rous stung
When from calm lips eschew our mortal sins

Are we not well equipped to follow rules?
When now the forms of long ago return
And look to us who do not come as fools
For time and heart require no subtle burn

But ne'er was one brought down too far from grace
To cry from fear alone with need to flee
For deepest cuts spur us to upward race
And that which does not kill will make us free

When deep within our souls we still believe
That curse of hope is still our best reprieve

Chasity Moreno
Chasity Moreno
Sep 13, 2013

Raw and straight
It is something without hate
It's a new feeling
I'm enthralled
He speaks with charisma
And I'm oh so involved

I guess I can fly
Because he makes me feel so high
He shows his care
A passionate delight
A single person in this mass world
But I can see his might

If he were to ask me what I feel
I'd say what was real
It might be too early some can say
But what is time
In relation to love
It doesn't even rhyme

I wasn't searching for it
Not well equipped
But here it is
Gracefully soft
I'm at the bottom of a mountain
With a view from aloft

I put it out there. I don't even know what this poem is. What is this poem? I don't know.

Time is going so fast now
I am trying to keep up
yet I know I am killing me
for I am going all the way

Don't worry for I am well equipped
for I am a child of war
I am one hell of a fighter
I know not the word Defeat

I am forever a servant to words
may I die still writing
and who wants to challenge that
Let's have a bath in baby oil

I am the bad boy of Poetry
and I live and die by it
for I will do what I have to
for I am going all the way


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

jeffrey robin
Jul 2, 2015

O

///

Since the only acceptable response to a poem

Is praise

I might as well start out by just basking in the glory

Of my poetic prowess

//

Wow !

Feels good !

//

Shit !

Why waste my time even writing the

Damn thing ?



No one else seems to make any effort to be clear

But then

What difference does it make

Since quality has been deemed irrelevant

In our meaningless society

And our self - aggrandizing moral stupor !



The NEW WAVE poetry

Has become the

MAKE NO WAVES poetry

And we the poets

Of the

IGNORANCE IS BLISS

social order

//

Congratulations !

••

We have degraded poetry

And art

And love

And life itself

To preserve our egos

••

Feels great !

( less filling ! )

""

So

Thanks for the praise my fellow poets

With our actual real lack of support

For each other

Seeped in the pretensions of

Our phony insightfulness

I feel well equipped now

To live a life of imaginary happiness

And fake love



Thank you thank you

YOU'RE TRULY WELCOME

Sarleen Kaur
Sarleen Kaur
Jun 12, 2015

It's serene, this state of thoughtlessness.
Prepared to face anything and everything.
Your mind is actually well equipped when it is well undisturbed.
Not idle.
Idle is the absence of any activity whatsoever.
Undisturbed is the absence of bad, corrupt activity.

When thoughts flow like wine.
When 'what ifs ' and 'would have beens' are nowhere to be seen.
When recognising, assembling, recollecting, all is smooth.
When peace is as easily available as snow in winters.
When the night is starry,
And all you have to do is open your eyes and gaze.
When the wind is your blanket and the cricket's voice your lullaby.
When no one tosses into reckless situations of unwanted confrontations with uneasy people.
When no one is harsh enough to monitor your moves and hinder your growth.
When you can literally twerk your ass and jiggle your boobs and no one would mind.

The state of thoughtlessness is a free world.

#world   #thought   #free  
Monica Abigail
Monica Abigail
May 2, 2012

your life experiences
out surpass mine by a long shot
with your run ins with cops,
drug life and women
and spontaneous outbreaks of brilliance.
you scare me
on a level that is
unknown to me.
i suppose this is another case
of my brain turning it's wheels and gears
into overtime and then some.
i fear you'll soon realize
i'm not as incredible
as you believe i am,
if you haven't already
and i hate that
people (women) are getting
so frustrated over something
that is so menial.
i suppose.
maybe if i was one of "those" girls,
i would try to be what i expect you to want
but that's just a never ending circle
of guess and check
which i'm not very well equipped for.
i keep getting this overwhelming feeling
in the pit of my stomach
and i don't know what to do with it
but i know you're to blame.
give me a prescription
or something.
i do care about you
entirely too much
and i know you care about me as well
but where will i end up
when a newer model is formed?

 
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