im lost
deconstructed an irrelevant
co conspiring to end
the misfire of rampant ghosts
leaving tendencies of misrepresentations.
Im like a toddler
Aiming for the gatherings
Of tight misfortunes
How can i receive the cue
From higher establishments
That don't misuse the contrived fortunes.
Irrelevant pause gaps
Leave a stain
Of tiring momentous
Crept stalled erroneous temptations
(This is a peer into my past psychological state)
I've been feeling quite indecisive lately, actually for the past day. This was a description of my emotional state for the past 24 hours in words. I will be doing a complete analytical breakdown of the stanzas and how their subjective meaning can be described objectively in my waking life.
This 20 day poem challenge is just for fun. Will be interesting to see what happens.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Dark embers,
Blistering heart throbs,
Satanic fueled sensations
Pervading through
The very sanctions
Of seclusion.
I beg not for duty,
But for
The continual revealation
Of my tragically
Wicked ways.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
Promise me that you'll never leave. Promise me that you'll remain an inseparable part of my life. Promise me we'll play at the beach on Sundays.
Promise me you'll brighten my day with your graceful movements, weaving their way into memories replayed on rainy days. Promise me that you care. Promise me that I'll never have to worry, about the day of your death. Promise me that I'll be your one and only lover, on this path we share, walking hand in hand. Promise me you'll remember my promise. Promise me that you'll entertain the joyous reminders I nag you with, while eating ice cream at the beach. Promise me that while we sleep, we dream together and build tall skyscrapers, reaching to the stars, shining fourth and blinding the magnificence of our love. Promise me that I'm going to be the only person, that holds the key to unlocking your hearts content.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
A poetic speech.
A conspicuous outplay.
Why oh why, do I let
The scars hide inside?
These memories which lay before me,
Grant surrender to the torcherous
Force of thoughts stampeding through my mind.
Questions arise in times of dark skies,
While the sorcery which has ingrained
My personality spreads like wildfire.
With arms wide open,
I invite remembrance of the truth.
I bask in horror
And forget pleasantries.
I've banished my heart
And removed intimacy.
I've embraced the fact
That I've convinced myself
To enjoy the push of wrought vengeance
Directed towards the decrepit foundation of my existence,
All the while being too fearful
To follow through with the pull
Of positive and constructive actions
Towards a dream in which I blend with the day.
I contend with my own weighted soul
And offer no resistance
As I gently fall infinitely deeper
Into an abyss of forgetfulness.
I want to be somebody,
But I don't know who to be.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Every moment of my day is painted with a back scene.
One that I can neither see, touch, nor hear.
I make a pledge of truth,
Confined in the sensations of my daily experiences.
The gentle rise and fall of promiscuous tones,
Imbuing themselves from the heart of my throne.
This peak of excitement meets me in moments
Where bliss encapsulates my thoughts.
I find honor in an expansive bubble of of tranquility.
I see fortitude entrenched in the present moment,
Resulting from the expression of my awareness.
The feeling of grace may be fleeting at times,
But I may rendezvous with despair as a sign.
Terror, happiness, contentment.
These are all sign posts acting as a reminder
To see off the transactions I've bought into
With the presentment of my character.
I am a testimony of an expanded truth.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
I am attempting to end the dismay.
This constant push of struggle
Is an enormous strain on my will to embrace peace.
At night I shed no tears,
But my heart cries out for a connection beyond.
I just want to be touched
Held close and comforted
In the knowing of prosperous future.
But now I have no desire to change.
Wrap me up in a cloud of hate
And gently forget about my existence.
For I have given up attempting to reconcile
This meaningless world.
To be born into misery, pain and constant strife
Is worse than hell.
In this moment I refuse to acknowledge
The fallacy for passionate enjoyment of life
For I am drained of the motivation, will and desire
To move forward.
I am a dense manifestation
Of twisted convolution
Resulting from the deterioration of my will
I will crumble and fall away
Forever removing my shame.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
The primal cause,
A distinguishable passion.
Irrevocable truth unabided by
Beliefs expressed in dimensionality.
The fire with me burns,
It churns and rises.
Power self-contained
Is glory in it's own fate.
I enter the lair of truth
And seek no counsel.
Therefore I revel,
Proceeding with conviction
Expressing imagination
My minds eye proclamation.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
Fate calls on a cold summer eve.
Easing fourth I pretend that my dissatisfaction
Is a fruitful beacon.
My soul contends to rest in the shadow
Of hollow desire.
Rising from the hate buried deep
within,
I seek the path least taken to empty the blackness
That has become a focal point
In where my attention is affixed.
I turn lies into truths with the wave of hand.
Crafting chaos in disguise,
While exuding innocence with my eyes.
This is all just a plan that collapses
In Light,
To seek requiem in the twisted visions
Of the darkest corners of my mind.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
My self-contained destiny is expressed in every moment eternally.
I bask in all pervading, pre-conceptual valley of truth.
My days never end,
Seldom do I ever see the night.
Except when I let the darkness of my own soul
Consume my thoughts on the walk through the
Treacherous doubt of uncertainty.
My will is my own.
Power is hoarded.
Waiting to be expressed and impressed into the
Atomic structure of a construct, that must of
Been so elusive to deny me even a momentary pleasure
To express joy in the moment.
I aim to capture all positivity
Into the scope of intent.
Purified by the passion
That fuels my direction
To seek out experiences that are meaningful to me.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
The grand nature of existence,
So delicate and supple.
Allow truth to enter your eyes,
Removing doubt from the confines of retribution.
The laws of nature
Shall imbue your spirit
With strength so far reaching
You would think you were dreaming.
Admit that the factual container
Of lies has served its duty.
The normal tendency of escape
Into a pattern of mistakes
Has been blown out of proportion.
Equalize and acquiesce
The moments desire and nothing less.
Allow an enigmatic psychology
To permeate the very fabric of your being,
Blanketing the treacherous reminder
Of a life without direction.
Declare solitude
in eternal conviction
Of passion fueled living.
Craft your reality.
Infuse meaning with direction.
Carve out a picture so grand
That only you could appreciate it.
Inside the tiny dark space,
Tucked behind archaic connections long forgotten,
Witness the muses of an insane creation,
Slowly working, slowly showing,
Revealing bits of curious movement.
In the end I am just a messenger
Talent is nothing more
Than skill dressed in will.
Life is a vivid scheme scheme of joy
painted on photons
flying through cosmos and
Manifesting in the perception of beauty.
My only request
Is that you enter the lair of truth
and seek no counsel.
Take it upon your own hands to end destitute solutions
That have robbed your will of hunger
And have starved your passionate wonder.
POWER,
Be it.
DIRECTION,
Feel it.
DESIRE,
Chase it.
Embark on a self-prophetic journey,
Centering the life you're meant to live
In a consecrated permeation
Of the live you deserve.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC