All the things your mom told you.
All the old wives tales you heard.
All the fear culturally instilled.
To hell! Let's break!
All those thoughts keeping you away from the core
Deprogram yourself - before it is too late
Before the fear makes a mess
All the false reservations which are not yours
Kick them out!
Unlearn what you have swallowed all the time
Look with new eternal eyes
Look like a child - untamed, always wild
Those motions you must learn to stop
Undo them, deconstruct them till they die
They are keeping you away from life
Biggest ever crime.
I had a vision this morning - I had to deprogram myself
Get rid of futile, pointless pain
And only see happiness, the joy everywhere
Even in tears, the truth shining there
This is the most precious thing you'll ever do
Learning to wear your own shoes
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
In my desperate search for true love;
I lost myself.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
Seems rather unorthedoxed ,
a broken heart ,
a darkened soul .
Treason to realism ,
Motion to fathom ,
Being like a phantom .
Disguised ,
A mere myth ,
To living .
I stray apart ,
Break from the norm ,
Tired of all the "broken" parts .
A lonely form .
Cover my just ,
A little cup for lust .
Formed all from dust .
I tire of feeling haunting desire ,
Burnt out the lies ,
Living through clear skies .
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
*Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again*
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
Some people are complex ,
Not the same as all the rest .
We live in obedience ,
yet some striving for existence .
Incompletion is a condition ,
Causing longing for affection .
Deteriorated through years of pain ,
so much more worth living and to gain .
Feeling keeps you sane ,
Yet we are but mundane .
I'll be whole again ,
Sometime sooner than then . . .
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Living use to be so easy,
Comfortably being me...
amazed by the beauty,
Which the eye could see .
Wonders of life to fathom,
Curious to creation ,
Pure acts so random,
Despaired to damnation.
Dwelling in insanity,
Swallowed by fear .
Living unhapilly !
With all the chaos here.
My apologies ,
Sincere .
Forgetting my place ?
Was i even near.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC