jwl
Irish
I have nothing of consequence to offer... So I offer my heart which is indeed an inconsequential trinket. My musings are but spillage. I have my thoughts - always.. / Periods I find my emotions have receded far enough that I cannot even recall their appearance, I need an outlet. This is it....
From youth, not unlike the love
I received from my family, I surmised,
that extended love might be everywhere.
With artless, open arms and heart,
I embraced this simple notion.
In time, sadly this childish wish
was honed to a hard truth by maturation.
Friends and loves come
and go, fleeting in heart,
and committed soul.
Unreliably, flowing in and ebbing out,
like deep undulations of an ocean,
all too often with sneaker waves
that pull us under. Breakers pushing
our ship onto the rocks, in a sea
of shallow unfulfilled expectations.
Encounters becoming disappointment,
with too many frogs kissed.
My educated suspicion is,
beyond our family of blood kin,
Faithful canine love is the only
other "truly committed devotion"
we are likely to get.
In the end, that may well be enough.
Perspective wisdom can be a bitter lesson.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
Theres a circle cycle of sides to the self of me
Standing in the middle surveying my surroundings
Noting each application and the consequences that apply
Maybe I'm simply a hedonist
Weighting for worn out pleasure centers to take a flame
Or an optimistic pessimist
Citing my self for the blame
My humanistic approach has lost appeal
Defying my superego
And hierarchy of needs reel
Stuck in Erickson stages
A psychodynamic underground war rages
There's a linear graph
Self sided to me
Maybe I'm projecting all my insecurities
And taking my abnormalities
Out on maladaptive poetry
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
Your lies were dipped in bittersweet chocolate;
with a heaping amount of caramel sauce drizzled on top.
I gobbled up more than I care to openly admit;
in fear of what others will think and say.
After enjoying your momentary treats;
came the truth;
with so much salt, it was baffling to eat.
A.K.A
(10 w)
The lies I ate, but
the truth I couldn’t take.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
drowning in caffeine
breathing the nicotine
my blood cant circulate - your love will stimulate.
the ****** of death in **** will simulate
your touch , my need
as we spiral in to sin
separation , depression , paranoia
anxiety - the absence of my sleep
aggression , desperation
toxicity - of a drama we are in
discoloration - i can't control the spin
screams - muted by bitter pills
our dreams - induced by the acid
capsuled lives - longing self destruction
your embrace - disconnection
release me from what is real
obsession - for what we cannot fix
frustration - for what we can't control
memories - of what we used to be
delusions - of what we could have been
isolation - thoughts of being free
now voices dictate what i should feel
digging through my skin - opening the wounds
put your fingers in
remembering the days when we held
an illusion no drugs could replicate
i can't forget.
exchanging promises of never letting go
was it all in my head?
i can't escape the hole.
i walk the road alone.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
..*She tried to find herself
in places that didn't exist*..
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
I'm a murderer
I've stabbed my own heart.
I'm a thief
I've stolen my own happiness.
I'm a liar
I've told myself how much better things would be.
I'm a slothful woman
I fell asleep.
I'm greedy
I've eaten my own pain.
I'm hungry
Just not for sin again.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
Too much poetry
So many lines
A bunch of words
Too little time
Confused by the lies
She yells out only in writing
Pouring out her pain
It rains storms and lightning
Cold showers for a dead flower
Hearts lost in this tug of war
She wants what she wants
So she gets what she gets
It all comes full circle
Remember this is a story of wits
Her poetry is deep
Defined by a lover
In a pool full of lnk
Squids blind each other
She finds discomfort in solitude
So she rooms his attitude
Lonely nights soon forgotten
Sublime to the stars
Its light ignited compassion
Redefined by her scars
I heard it all and read it all
She lives just across the hall
Red coated kisses
Caught him red handed
Where he falls on his knees
Every tear wasted
When yes slips from her lips
Yet another slit on her wrist
The towering love of a child
Ruined by mistreated wounds
Before it even reached the moon
Her power breached a tomb
Time is not treatment
It is cruelty
We get just enough to live
But not enough to learn
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
***I love my space
So I keep my distance
Like stars above
I am strictly meant
To be marveled
Never to be touched
Keep your hands
To yourself
Don't try and reach
Leaping is fruitless
I meditate
Among darkness
But I am
Exceptionally bright
If you dare come close
I will undoubtedly blind you
Like boarded windows
No sight for the soul
No scythe
For those who reap
I am cold
But like a comet
I'll eventually fall
Slipping downward
Into the void
WEEP
Such lost of power
A magnificent plight
But until then
I will pocket my distance
And know full well
Never to trade
This place
For anything
Below***
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC