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Having drunk deep
of sweet mortality,
the senses struggle
to refine their taste.
No deviation from the norm
means
no venture into new territory
"Feel free to express your soul.
I mean, f--k;
imagine if more people really did!"
Addendum:

"Caveman" is the nickname of a good friend, who just happens to be about two and a half times my age.
He is the adopted father of the vocalist in my hard-rock band, "Ear Wrecked."

https://earwrecked.bandcamp.com/
After you left me
I know it was my fault
the drinking the depression
sure it was me
it's always me.
I stopped seeing the therapist
she was right
I was the cause of my downfall
I needed to man up and change.
but I don't want to change
my brain and my heart
have been in a knife fight
all my life
I like my flaws
perfect things are boring.
so if this means I am broken
and less lovable
I don't care.
I like my flawed poems
better than her therapy.
they don't care how flawed I am
and never ever judge me
  Mar 2016 Anubis the Philosomancer
Ja
At times I felt so lost
My sadness deep as sin
Overcome by emptiness
My need, was ravaged from within

It took almost, my whole life
To discover what was wrong
So much in life was offered me
But I just needed, to belong
BOEMS BY JA 493
Religion
Has ruined
Spirituality
Blame
is so often
a game
we play
in pain
to hide from
shame
we cling to,
as if a flame
'pon a dead tree
'tis lain,
and we are engulfed;
burnt all up:
our true selves
go so effortlessly up in smoke.
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