Not sure why
This rejection leaves behind
Feelings that consume my time and attention.
It torments my heart by design,
Your lies and intentions,
Leaving me torn apart inside
With blinded recollection.
Why do i have faulted selection?
My picker is broken and wants imperfection:
To sabotage me
in the future so fast
And give pleasure to both my present and soon to be past.
I know these moments are not meant to last
But my frustration is relevant and beyond gassed.
I want to scream till these ******
feelings finally begin to pass.
Why do i never listen to my gut
when it says, "Don't do it, you like it so it eventually will leave you in a rut"?
It is time to turn the other way before it ends with you in a fuss.
Now strut away before you loose more than what you have already lost
And remember that minds are the only things that should be crossed.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
Am I a vessel
Equipped with a womb?
Or a mind that buries
All underneath its tomb?
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
All would try,
From country to town,
Lands both far and wide,
Just to hear her sound.
Creatures would cry,
From hawk to hound,
Grateful where they reside
Because her reign is unbound.
Worlds near-by,
Not yet renowned,
Will always confide
In her word or account.
Even the heavens up high,
Nor hell underground
Has ever denied
Her to speak aloud.
Every wise guy,
She would astound.
Even those claimed divine
Her words were agreed as profound.
On her side, they will ally
Because they are abound
To what she may decide
Is to be allowed.
The stars comply
Because they are endowed
With light she provides
That was once lost but now found.
Shy is my
Queen but goddess all-around.
Serenely modest while
She styles her crown.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
Wish there were proper ways
Or methods to explain
What I'm trying to say.
It makes me insane,
I cannot convey,
Let alone find phrase.
It leaves me amazed,
Even entertained,
It makes me exclaim:
"It's here I do proclaim
That my heart has a face
And he's too far away."
The power to persuade
With a magnetic gaze,
He is able to state:
"She is the link to my chain,
Without her I'm not the same;
My other half and soulmate."
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
As we take route
Down the path we choose,
Towards something new
Finding what properly suits,
Needs tend to ensue
Leaving us confused
And we endlessly pursue
What is so easy to loose.
Luckily
You got me and I got you
To have transgression to go through
What fate had intend us to execute
And still we continue,
Infinitely doomed,
Because our love is true,
Bonded, and fused.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Feelin' manic depressive
Because love is the worst life lesson
That gets you toyed and messed with
Because you thought it was medicine
But it was really a choice weapon
That made you both get stepping
Towards this funk you both are now left in.
All because someone couldn't pay attention
And count the other as a blessing
That would be worth every second
Neither of you could question
What had happened in the past because you both got the present;
Being a gift to each other through the transgression
And guide each other in a positive direction
That the future two will be able to mention
What you both had to do to get to that ascension.
Seeking from each other some kind of protection
Through being honest and constantly confessing,
Rather than we resort to this mind guessing
That makes us both all kinds of stressing
Because I won't speak and you won't listen
And we keep coming back to some sort of reflection,
Since we both must dissect where lies this error or in-correction.
There is something, however, that needs addressing,
Which is why do we have this profound connection
That is openly discussed with heart-felt affection--
Leaving us subliminal impressions
And alters perspective of what leads us both to perfection?
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Recalling that scheme,
Sleep was obsolete,
Allowing my common sense admit defeat
Because, true, it isn't a game and no human is a machine.
And I see that I wasn't the one you meant to mistreat
But the more I recollect, the more I refuse to believe
How I could let myself drown in so much grief
That I agree that for some reason it was meant to be;
My life is pages in a book or scripted movie scenes.
Years memorized into weeks
To help me develop ettiquette and physique
That allows this lady to manage what she seeks
But, yet, still she cannot seem to conceive
How you could lie and deceive
Your other half that is me and still have her feeling somehow guilty
Because without us, we will all be rendered incomplete.
And why should I be the one to guarantee
That you'll be able to complete your end of the responsibility,
Break your disease of a previous routine
That revealed a decrease of my own self-esteem,
To the point that fear was a factor far too extreme?
How are we now going to proceed
And actually have something we both can achieve?
There is a way we can both succeed
And it's through the love that you rinse and repeat
To ease through the struggle and agree
That you need to taste the sour before you feast on the sweet.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
There is a fine little lady
That goes by the name of little miss Katie
Whose campsite seems way too shady
So it'd be nice if she'd calls us back, maybe.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Please don't try and correct me.
I'm not broken. I'm maybe free-spirited and a little out-spoken but I've got methods that water would even soak in and when you confuse me with that ****** J.R.R. Tolkien just because I'm burning herbs that Gandalf would be smokin', I'm going to brush it off like you're just joking and I'll get back to the life that i'm continuously toking, kick it back like it's all easy stroking, become at one with nature like an invisible cloak and be that dream but still get awoken by the ground as if something is choking me by the hands of some celestial bloke and hence why i feel like evoking some people with words like they are subliminal pokes and hopefully I'll please whatever it is that had me initially provoked then.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Deep within the legend,
Lies the paradigm:
Concepts so vast,
yet eternally combined.
Certain ideas that ever-last
those who need it defined
but I can assure you that fate
Is pre-determinedly assigned
And it's up to you to gravitate
Toward where it can align.
In the grand scheme
Of this complex quantum design,
Is a beautiful theme
That could be depicted as divine.
Action begins with thought
That could not confine
What we all had sought
And what we had bore in mind.
Yet with that all under consideration,
We need to know how your reality is also mine
With some quantifiable explanation
That we'll eventually intertwine.
So due to your position
Throughout space and time,
Find the nearest mission
That allows you to further ascend or climb.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC