Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
charles-londarius
charles-londarius
Our lives are but controlled accidents. This is my transient footprint.
She saw me one way Now she sees me in another Because of what I had to say she no longer wants me to bother Mature relationships I hope to have My time I continually bide In the wise words of Corgen Love is Suicide A new chapter in an old story Self-improvement is what I need From the lips of a past evil   Motivation and confidence is the key So here I sit writing about my woes she doesn't want me and that's okay I'll find another friend who has no bo Who actually likes what I have to say I'm not bitter or resentful I only wish I felt worthy It's my fault itz seems I let myself get curvey Eureka, I've found it! the life I must now live one where I learn and be fit. And meet those who do not shiv It needs to be for me. There should be a consensus That the new life I forsee Is not held on the fences It's called self-actualization for a reason A transformation done for me My body's last days are up this season I'll prove my worth and they'll all see
0
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Moment of Discovery
She saw me one way Now she sees me in another Because of what I had to say she no longer wants me to bother Mature relationships I hope to have My time I continually bide In the wise words of Corgen Love is Suicide A new chapter in an old story Self-improvement is what I need From the lips of a past evil Motivation and confidence is the key So here I sit writing about my woes she doesn't want me and that's okay I'll find another friend who has no bo Who actually likes what I have to say I'm not bitter or resentful I only wish I felt worthy It's my fault itz seems I let myself get curvey Eureka, I've found it! the life I must now live one where I learn and be fit. And meet those who do not shiv It needs to be for me. There should be a consensus That the new life I forsee Is not held on the fences It's called self-actualization for a reason A transformation done for me My body's last days are up this season I'll prove my worth and they'll all see
0
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Discovery
The aqua back drop peels away at a marshmallow scene While the aerial obstructions deepen and darken Earth begins to cry in a desperate attempt to be clean An age old story of a planet's reclamation Serves as a reminder that life is cyclical We rise and we fall With the end we forestall Much like the recycled tears that paint across my bare skin I can feel the interconnectedness within Tranquility embodies this  life essence Self-sustainable, she puts up a fight Taken for granted, yet ever constant Everything is going to be alright
0
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Elation
Bald, wide-eyed, white skinned stretched Muscles ripple across obscene ink Void of art there is hatred Seething resentment and loathing These strike the innermost realm Murderous temptations A reminder of our carnality I must remain led by my helm This has happened before But not like this It's a textbook cycle Of being treated like **** Fists clenched, teeth gritting, standing idly by Domestic terror and physical distraught The predators are strong But the manipulator is stronger A reminder of circumstantial hopelessness Death has never sounded so sweet The camel was thirsty and it's back was broken When the prey was finally beat Uniforms and papers This will not stop it It does not fear the flash and captured It relishes in the resistance It is sick beyond compare A contagion forever void of rapture Watching the script unfold It is taken away It took a victim with And it's death we hope and pray The next biome the predator seeks It's next prey arrives and squeaks It is unaware and uses it's beak To dominate the once-chained but newly free It's presence has yet to be seen But it's return is anticipated It has always been keen To complete the cycle A period of peace lies between The next unnecessary tribulation This time I refuse to be the light house
0
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Fascism
Welcome to the routine Gathering together again Stake out observing the emptiness But what is company without a friend? Not everyone here is content Perception is reality There is nothing special About the way we think Set yourself apart This repitition our hearts do sink. Not everyone here is original So these glowing embers Remind us of a feeling long lost That youthful excitement Soon their paths cease to cross Not everyone here is prepared Blues swim as a cascading bar light And reds mix into a state of restlessness It may say OPEN but their hearts were closed One less night to waste away they suppose Not everyone here is lost
0
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Zephyrs
I awake in a cold sweat My mind flooded with that same damp They came to make sure I don't forget Holding her close they saw my fear They could taste the terror-laden pheromones A  novel weight drops upon my chest I retreat to my casket Cloth cannot defeat the image Or admonish the realization that I never dreamed at all
0
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Encounters
You think your skills are honed We are a generation of misfits You'll probably die alone But don't forgo life There are plenty of moans Pleasure filled screams And power tripped schemes Lust fueled fantasies For the lovers of fallacies What do I mean? Hedonism is the American dream Blindly chasing that next hit Dying one second at a time There is no great war There is no great depression Our war is a spiritual war Our great depression is our lives You will not be remembered You will not be memorialized This is your life and it's ending one second at a time
0
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Pristine Sin