downtheRabbitHole
My thoughts sometimes get lost in my words. Poetry allows me to express my disjointed thoughts in a way that still expresses the raw nature of what I have hidden inside. I am not a poet, but merely a person looking for release. This is how I use my voice, because we all have a voice we just have to learn how to use it.
Rising from the dirt
,surprisingly enough,
leaves Stains
which, to be truthful,
are the most
Stain-like stains there are.
Just a Smudge
,a residue,
is left, Disguised
as a nasty faded
Bruise
which never quite
disappears
from Line of SIght.
Little Reminders of a time
when you slept
with Critters of Night
at home
,yet uncomfortable,
all the same
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
I know
we could form a world
All our Own
But
as I lift my head
and stars spin back
into alignment,
the slipping is reversed,
no longer Falling,
Floating,
We Remember
we can bring Fire to the Sea,
return Chaos to Habitation,
Embrace the Earth,
bring all to Ashes once again.
We remember Nothing is Forever
and the World must be Shared
with all the Powerful Beings.
Becuase when Stars Collide
the world will Burn
and we Beings will burst
into a million stars.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
Watch me as
I return from the
Rubble
trace backwards
the Line of Fire
Try not to Gawk
as Ashes bleed together
form a shadow
devoid of all previous
Mutilations
Ready to Take on
the shape of Life
Keep your Skepticism to yourself
as I stretch newly formed
Perfect arms
toward Heaven
shudder as Breath pours
into my lungs
Linger
to expierence anew
the Taste of air
Life,
seen as a Privilege,
Takes on all new Forms
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
*I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
I know my scars hurt you
and Suicide is Selfishness
I know when my energy transfers
you feel only pain and anger
But even worse than the destruction
I've done to my skin
and my veins
is the rot I've spurred inside
But today I am making
You a Promise
I Refuse to Decay
masochism will no longer be
my Only Friend
and I will not be Perfect
and pain will remain
a Constant Companion
But I am applying Tourniquets
the mass ocean of blood
will soon slow to
an Occasional trickle
and medication will be given
only PRN
and sometimes I may go for a walk
and Smile
at Nature and God
I'm not saying I am changed
I am simply trying
to grow
so please, just be Patient
just be Kind
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
when someone complains,
simply
Listen and Empathize
when someone brags,
Congratulate,
share good news of Others
when someone cries,
Cry with them
when someone laughs,
Laugh along
when someone finally ask you about Yourself
be Brave,
and say the things you've never said before
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
You can spout scientific facts all day about why cigarettes are more addictive to those with depression, but the true reason is because the thought of speeding up the decomposition of the mind and body gives thrills; depression makes one race to death.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
You stare into my eyes,
and nod to my words,
yet in your eyes I see nothing
other than frustration
and exasperation.
I learn your ears
are stopped, with what
I do not know.
I realize your heart
is stopped as well.
The beating still struggles on,
for now, but when you look
away or mutter BUT sentences
I know I can't help you now.
I can't being to mend your sorrow
until you pull all your plugs
and allow the pain to flow out
and the words of those
who love you
to flow in.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
ink spills the same as blood
dark and thick
full of pain
releasing hidden desires
the spilling of each is
an art form of necessity
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC