***I am
far too weak
to help carry
your pain.***
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Despite the heart which is froze
Hatred runs fluidly
Like the water in shattered glass
Like the blood in broken bones
Like the flames in our homes
This hatred
It speaks to me
Like drugs to an addict
*When it tells me to shoot
I relapse and
aim for the sky*
I said..
In spite of my own humility
Hatred runs deeply
Like the roots beneath the dirt
Like the pain beyond the hurt
Like this poem before your eyes
*I despise
Way too many lies
And so little truth*
I said..
I hate beautiful
It cripples me deeply
For you are my pity
My pain and their pleasure
*When I am high
I'll collapse and fall
Far from this place
Of rotten bliss*
I said..
Look at me
Blood misrepresents me
For I am cut differently
This pain isn't felt
Like the emptiness
Residing in your cup
It is felt
Like a toxic
Living inside the gut
Like these words
Traveling directly
Towards the stomach
I mean..
Although this addiction kills me
Hatred is also the remedy
It is all I need to truly appreciate
The little love I have left.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
*Within the eyes of the beholder
Another curtain closes
Behind closed doors
Apathy is closest
To the heart
I am but blind
And yet still able to lead
If we followed you
We all would eventually bleed
Can't you see there's pain
Behind those knives
Stuck in your back?
You are stuck behind
A pathetic dream
And a guilty pleasure
How could you put them first?
I should pity the sight
But I'm too embarrassed to look
And too embarrassed to plea
Trash or treasure
You must rid yourself from it
It is cracked from the head
And yet it is you who fell
It's been dead for years
And yet you refuse to bury it
I'm through dragging this corpse
I can no longer bear the stench
May I be equally absent
As I am equally blind to you*
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
***Most people live for love
But some of us live because of it***
Such unforgivable forgetfulness
Lost within potential photos
Preoccupied and overly abrasive
Harmless yet persuasively implicit
These eyes are speechless
But explicitly dying to speak
A picture so perfect for lust
A thousand words
Just isn't enough
Deeply indebted
With every glance
Too perplexed by color
How none of it belongs
Another illustrated nightmare
Where sleep is prolonged
Where the sick plans
To escape with the thought
Trapped inside the mind
So adolescent
Oh picture the heartache
Rejoicing over a carcass
Still standing
And rapturing moments
We all long to feel
This winter shiver
So sicken from cold feet
An undying hunger
For butterfly soup
***Proof
What worthy time to be alive
Clearly sold on the vision
Never too hasty to cover
This lover isn't blind
But envisioned
May we all fall victim
To the photos
We aren't viable to find*
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
He spoke it all into existence and now he dreadfully merits his quiet.
*Words do nothing for me
He quietly echoes
They leave him lost
Like dismayed homes
You cannot heed him
For he is the silence
Which reeks of ire
Do not try and plead him
For your abjection
Is his sole desire
In opposition to the will
He held her hands
Like a broken clock
No time for compromise
No time to stop
Words are nothing to you
He loudly utters
Words are everything to me
She struggles to mutter
Intrusion proceeds
Denuding her garden
Walls shadow
A penalizing truth
He cannot be pardon.***
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
***Whispering eyes
You tell me no lies
You speak my absence
You know my truth
I'm dying to be inspired
I long to see what you see
I need you immensely
Like education
Teach me your liberty
I want to be enabled like rain
Release me from cloudy skies
Quiet my thundering blue***
*Your tranquil breath
Envelop all of me
Your heavenly touch
Soothes the beats of my heart
I crave for solace
In your wings of warmth
Take me with you
Into the deep serene
Engulf me with
Your duvet of love*
***My lunar eclipse
With shivering lips
What you sung above
Leave me lost for words
I search from within
Just beneath my skin
I discover a gift
A sanctuary of roses
Volcanic in nature
Your presence erupts
A scent of divinity
May you clip these wings
Only here with you
Is where I rather be***
*Let us soar
As the empyreal embosom
Beyond the universe
Outside the realm of
Imagination
Embracing the seclusion
Trunks of our hearts entwined
They beat as one
Without qualms
Exhaling carefree
Contentment
Slowly sipping eternity*
*Justin G
Eudora
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
I do not identify myself as a black american
I do not identify myself as an activist
I do not identify myself
As anything other than what I am
Do not arbitrate my existence
It will only magnify your bigotry
Do not lecture me
It will not ratify your ministry
Do not objectify my identity
Do not marginalize my sincerity
I know your criticism
It will not dwindle me
I am defiantly deaf to it
It will not compute
Trust me
It will only intensify
What I occupy
Do not subject me to anomaly
Do not try and direct me
I will not comply
Do not concern yourself
with my essentiality
I am not lost
Do not concern yourself
With what defines me
Just ask
If I am willing and able.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
I need you to know the severity of the first three words of this sentence and how the last of the three represent my felicity.
I am captivated
by your existence
So humbled by the thought
I'd probably exchange
all my better days
Just to spend my worst
few minutes with you
~ ~~~~ ~~~
I dreamt of basking
unclothed in a garden
Listening to snakes
Eating forbidden fruit
reluctantly giving in
to my thirst
wait
I hear a voice
~ ~~~~ ~~~
In your presence
I am speechless
A humiliating truth
I rest for hope
but truth be told
I'm sick of dreams
Help me speak you
into existence
So we could Ioan
each other hugs
And hershey kisses.
~ ~~~~ ~~~*
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Man developed pens
for the pensive
when they write
they relieve themselves
from everything wrong
- JG
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Behind all his smiles and silly gestures
He longs to walk a thousand miles away
He desires to escape from everyday
No more small talk
Or large gatherings
The curtain has CLOSED
A contemporary task.
**In the eyes of the crowd
All they see is the proud facade
Entertainment is important
And all they care about
Forgetting the person
behind the PERSONA
a temporary mask.**
As his mask fades
Rabbits shift
into sparrows
No light at the end
Only cued applauds
Some flowers
And skewed imagery
An exemplary stage.
**Disappearing into the night
Unmasking the illusions he conjured.
The sinking reality comes back
As
Lingering
Silence echoes his longing…
A price to pay of the famed gift
Hoping this will be his last...**
~FINALE~
Justin G / Pax
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC