The Succulent Turkey drew my attention,
Beckoning me with its plump figure
How could i resist its alluring whispers?
Nay! I become familiar with my triggers
For its piquant facade
May curse my wild tongue
In a state like a drunk
Cease this at once! I must sway towards reason
Yet i overhear the others consume the dead brute
Munching on its Crisp outer skin,
while sipping on fresh gin
O, how plush the meat is! My body trembles
Woe to my eyes! Hail my sense
As its aroma tempts my stomach into hysteria
Breaking my barriers!
Halt! I cannot control myself!
My hand hovers above the Corpse
Yes, It is a feast in the name of Jesus,
its point to please us
However i cannot continue
to over-indulge, i must flee!
My reasoning for this,
some may comprehend
I confess to the lord i am gluttonous
Everyday I struggle to cope with my habits
Every swallow of good shoves the melancholy down
temporarily,
Thus, the cycle continues.
I witness this day as the birth of Jesus Christ
Yet this celebration
I musn't take part in.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
Lord how do i continue?
Thy carries the freight of past horrors and future possibilities,
Upon my shoulders
Such a sense of disquietude.
I may fall due to this Lord of Light!
as every step i take on this tightrope,
flashbacks of dreadful memories come back
putting me off balance!
Nay!
I must take a step back,
or two
or fall!
Put me out of my misery Lord of mercy!
As i wobble on this rope,
trying to find my balance
How!
When their is nothing beyond this tightrope!
Lord!
All i observe into the distance is fog!
the future is bleak for me if i continue
on this tightrope!
Hail the Lord of Forgiveness!
looking behind me i see fog
what if i just jump?
from this tightrope
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
It is so easy
to take the pills,
overdose
and as consequence, kills.
Yet i am here
writing this poem,
dissociating
feeling beyond broken.
I hang on to life
like a thread,
i may loose my balance
the worrying thus spreads.
As i wobble, tremble and struggle
to find my stability,
the thread gets thinner
I may fall critically.
Who would save me?
i cannot look down
or anywhere
i am bound,
To my worries, fears and tears
silly hopes, dreams and lies
past, present and future.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
Through the words you have written,
I see a broken spirit
Perhaps i could be freinds with your demons?
Hear the text through deep conversations
As the person you portray to the world is different Writer's man,
Carless, heartless, angry and chaotic
Yet Writer's man,
Your Poems show a beaten man overpowered by his inner evils and addictions.
I know this seems bizarre Writer's man,
But is it possible i fell for you as i read every line?
Our drunk moments may mean nothing to you...
But they cling to my memories
I must admit,
I am broken myself
but perhaps
we could be broken together?
Writer's man, Could i hear your dark thoughts, raw emotions and hug you on your darkest days?
Only time will tell
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
Odd, is it not?
Our moments, or am i wrong?
Drunk moments turned to love?
Or lust?
How is it that you cannot see,
I yearn for stability
Yet here you are,
Coming and going?
What we seek in each other i cannot tell
As we speak slurred words of deep thoughts,
that turn to passionate touch
Odd, is it not?
That i want something wrong?
Moments of being a drunk,
Can it turn to Love?
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
"You are obscure!", they tell me
For how could one like another for their damage
they do not see what I see, distant lover
"To hell with those addicts!", they scream
due to the crowd not seeing deeper into your minds
missing the good parts of you
For the way you smile, laugh and stare
has me in a daze
I look past your nonsensical doings and depression
and see what I admire, the good man you are
making my heart flutter
but how could I approach you in the midst of your intoxity?
surely you mustn't remember our moments we have together
how sad, yet I still pester for your attention
yet I still yearn the love and touch of you
but confused as to when you are not straight
dear distant lover, how complicated does this have to be?
for even this poem seems chaotic
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
When i am within your presence i feel completed
Perhaps due to meeting in a previous life?
For the connection we have i cannot comprehend,
As to how similar you and i are...
Thus, as we delve into conversations
Thy inner vibrations that seep into my aura radiate outwards,
Allowing the both of us to reach limitless possibilities
To the Tides with it!
Thee lets down the bridges thy has built within to free these vibrations
But note,
O' friend or foe? Nay! This is not a declaration of romanticism
But rather a note of what i observe of our friendship?
For the innocent jokes, slight smiles and full cries have the biggest impact!
O' do ye not see?
Hence, i ask of you one thing!
To have patience with such a being like me for i am only human,
To grow with me as we both develop into reality,
To remember the feeling you have whenever we see each other.
Dear friend or foe?
When we distance i feel incomplete
Perhaps due to you passing away in a previous life and leaving me behind?
For the connection we had creeps upon me within the night,
Reminding me as to how similar you and i once were
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
O!
did they not see?
How our energies came to be when together
or perhaps how,
in the midst of the crowd i noticed thee?
O?
How did beloved not perceive,
that the combing of thy hair with thee's soft hands had thyself in a damsel like mess!
or how,
Thou spoke the language of alluring thistles
to make my spirit chide itself once alone due to bewilderment
O!
You bathed me in in your cunning romance
As i heard others speak truth of your Juliet
How did i not see?
Out of darlings mouth comes out "mine"....
concerning another!
O,
Why did i helve unto your nonsensical doings?
While skinny love was away dreaming of a Shakespearean play
But i heard from the whispering of others you were finally tamed
Fool!
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
Thrice these emotions have appeared
In the space of three minuets
Twas' a jolly day
Until the trigger came
Three O' clock it was,
Thy facade dropped
Being consistently gay for three hours,
is too much to bear upon my damaged soul
Three tears dropped,
while the third insult made itself known in thy thoughts
However, being borderline,
three more emotions came up
hate, contempt, joy
disappointment, stress, shock
Then did the clock strike 15 Hours past 10
On time did my third mental breakdown appear
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC
To my knowledge there holds three parts to a story,
The truth, Theirs and your own
However how may i distinguish between the tales,
to search for the objective reality.
I reason, the accounts that have been shared to me,
One contradicting the other
undoubtedly, my mind shadows with subjectivity,
Holding perceptions of people i thought i knew.
Though, no one knows not the secrets people hold when alone,
the thoughts and actions they silently ponder upon
Yet we do not notice the facade one puts on when entering the outside world.
Thus, do we really know what is and what isn't?
when everything is and isn't?
So, What is the probable conclusion?
When one side of the story claims absolute morality,
but another mirrors?
"He ***** me in the marriage and forced my tongue closed"
yet,
"She pinched our baby for my attention and manipulated me into the marriage by having babies"
But, from a third party,
"She did not care for none but herself and would go to any means necessary"
Hence, when questioned by each,
contradictions begin,
one word against the other.
But the majority do not know the effect it has to my mind,
As the paranoia stems deeper
and my depression takes over.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC