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"You're always walking away!"

"You're always pushing me away.

I love you
for how you lift me up,
but I hate
how you bring me down."
  Mar 2016 Anubis the Philosomancer
JL
Unhitched feel me now like a blast furnace     Total ****-up   Remeber? the one who was pallbearer & genderless
Neo natal I'm at the rim pitch black coughing up laughter finding **** in the face of it
Cog in the computer
Backward  bell curve
Left skewed
Average
Low
So low
Nobody in particular really
just mashing buttons hoping it's a payoff
Not god just a phantom limb living for the hell of it
ego antipode
Mediocre Flow  (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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==Mediocre Flow ==
by
SassyJ
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In the woods I get lost, arrays of green specked by the rays of the sun. The wind blows but its swift in measure. I get lost my body in the breeze, as the time runs faster I breath slower. Lost in the wonder of the nature. I lay it all down, the worldly desires, disused contributions… all in the mediocre flow.

The grounds feels so alive, alone but never lonely. The trees talk to me, they journey my vulnerabilities. A hug of the branches goes far beyond. The only lean over that drives me to ecstasy of …….my mediocre flow.

All done with expectations and chasing the unending mazes. We become the mistresses of the earth, arching and protracting with emotions, lotions ……looming greyed blues. Hold this packet of stars, I pass it to you to touch, to overflow in it’s magic and fantastic voyages of the. …..mediocre flow

Feel the greenness patched on the muddy grounds. Have the enliven nature of the flying bubble. See the flow of the waters, the contraction of the streams to the lakes. Touch the drops….the raindrops, nurture them as they sink below your feet. Feel the life, feel alive….. the mediocre flow
You are the puppet master
My heart,
On your strings
And in the darkest echoes,
The silence of my heart, rings
There is no more beating,
You've drown it, in black ink
All I can do is watch
The waves that cover, as it sinks
I question you
I'm ever optimistic
But somewhat nihilistic
And it is nothing

I question you
I bathe myself in hopeful thoughts
Because my inner cynic
Knows its nothing
                  That you want

I question you
Remain in pleasant spirit
Knowing ghost will only bother
Those who hear

I question you
When I try to be positive
Because vibes and all that
I know its something
                    If it's not

I question you
Don't use
gender bias
as justification
to be equally prejudicial;
most feminists I've met
are just as sexist
as the dogma they fight.

Hate cannot usurp hate.
Prejudice cannot quell prejudice.

These tactics
are cheap ad hominem arguments.


People are people.

All lives matter.
Period.

All this schismatic exclusion
only further polarizes
a fractured and diseased worldview;

we must work together
to bring the spectrum
back to healthy balance
rather than
acting on hubris;
equilibrium is inevitable,
so it may as well be sought
on our own terms,
lest we be forced against our wills
to come to terms with it.
This is not an attack;
it is commentary.

I'm quite open to discussion!
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