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
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