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36 · 6d
Apocalypticism
Ashton 6d
Human experience
Living on a spiraling floating ball
Mysterious, and alone
Within, a race
Who create their own downfall
Impervious to our origin
Everyone has differing
Explanations

We **** our neighbor to get across
Our likely false viewpoint
Simply a peaceful expression
Of differing opinions
An excuse to
Validate your hatred
And play the victim
Refusal to connect within a sea
of difference
And see eye to eye

All the while we keep spinning toward
A hollowed out existence
Void of all purpose
But to defame in the name of
Righteousness
Pride eats away while the
Forgotten soul lies in wake
Our existence will begin
Redefining meaning

Lacking originality for the sake of
The trendy, glints of popularity
Temporary fame takes place of eternity
Everyone shall be the same
Brain rotted zombies
Attention span erased
Created addictions to
Bring forth unrequited distraction
Mass confusion
For the sake of their master plan

While they who led us astray
Who manufactured our disarray
Burrow beneath the ground
Letting us serve out their sentence
Take the blunt of their damnation
Thinking they're sound and safe
While we sit obliviously ignorant
Laughing at the one who's family was taken
Because we differ on a political spectrum
Meticulously crafted solely to divide

Vicarious are we, too dumb to see
When blood is shed
We all bleed red
It's time to rest your ego upon the ledge
Embrace our disparity, disengage
From convoluted tyranny
And see, our human race is coming to an end
At the hands of politicians
And those who puppet them

Flames will rise and tears will be shed
We shall stand in the face of death bereft
Unity will not be met, instead
We will place the blame upon another's head
Refusing to accept we're all victims
Equally conditioned to take artificial sides
Created to keep us compromised, blind and deprived
And lay the foundation for our own demise
5 · 6d
Eidolo
Ashton 6d
The truths of which dwelled within
Where I spent so long enshrouded
Remove this weight from my conscious
Become one with oblivion
Veiled by a new light
Thrusts me into a new life
It dissolves my temptation
To surrender my internal fight
And submit to my deathly passions

Can I be true to myself once more
And be sure?
Is it okay to unhand this longing
Cyclic desire to conquer
And start again from nothing
Jump from atop my castle of fraudulence
And build one of verity
Manifested
From the desire to change
Not just fill a void
But to destroy the roots
Embedded into my core

Moving by will alone
May I
Learn a lesson from misfortunes past
And avoid a wretched echo
At least to be able to inhale freely
For a single moment passing
Exhaling this albatross
I believed to be rationality
Synonymous with myself
Taking this first step into
Authenticity

Might I
Be able to recognize
Think with cognizance
And for once be pleased
With an outcome
That doesn’t leave me
Empty

To change the heart
Is a denial of pride
A self imposed ultimatum
To take the leap is so daunting
Natural is what’s succeeding

Open arms, salvation beckoning  
Reaching out to meet its grasp embracing
And awaiting its greeting
I trip at the edge
At the borderline of the
Final step
My path begins to falter

Sight obscured my footing slips
And when I come to my senses
I find my hand to be taken
By an image of myself
I thought I had eradicated
In its presence so alluring
I yield to its appeal
Captivated
In its warmth
Subject to its imposing will
I succumb in silence  
Clinging on to the comfort
That is my past misguidance

Wrapped within its coils
I find myself crawling to the surface
To spiral once again
To be dropped into the pit
Into that mindset of
Giving in
Striving for wholeness
A feeling
In spurious meanings
That bring me my next breath
Gives me the momentum
To only the next inhalation  
Of sweet makeshift bliss
Maybe I’ll rest here awhile
0 · 5d
Aozora
Ashton 5d
This future held before me
Projected right before my eyes
Like tapestry of my collective dreams
They burn amidst the canvas
Of a solace blue sky

Reach beyond my immediate grasp
Procuring my zealous throne
Watch as it advances past
Widening further
From my fingers wrap

My face falls to the floor
Helpless in the folly of
The egos aberrant murmur
Shackled to the earth
At the peak of my horizon
Losing sight in misconception
Believing I’d eclipsed the inferior

Time is moving forward
However I, reverse
Trapped within a windowpane
Of a time long past
The seconds leave me further
From hopes to flourish
I shell away from all truth

Under the forecast of a darkened sky
Voided of mercy
Turning a blind eye
I am what I wish not
My fears a product
Of my dulled sense
And from me they emit  

Where are you?
My saving solace
Is it I who fears our eyes to meet?
How many times
Shattered in two pieces
Must I fall onto my knees
Pleading to feel something?

Within this blue sky I sit beneath
Do you only dwell within a dream?
I can feel you reaching out to me
Yet I put you in a box for later
Delaying my deliverance
To continue playing the jaded

Seeking what I want
Never what I needed
And now that I have come undone
I find it hard to give a reason
Not that there ever was
Within this heavy heart
I know not what I’ve done

My hands are stained
At the end of a gun
Burning the bridges foundation
Rejecting formation
To keep away the ecstasy
Of stepping upon a neighbor

Am I beyond all absolution
Hardened in my resolve?
At the cusp of my harrowing
Relieve me of my sickness
Before I’m humbled at the end of a rope

Must I unceasingly struggle
Bound to man, who is doomed to fall?
Would I choose another fruit in the garden?
As a perfected person
Would I rush so soon into oblivion
Led by the illusion of hope,
Greed and longing?
Would I spit in the face of
The one who provides it all?

If within my reflections
Stared back the eyes of my tainted soul
Could I conjure up a smile?
If held beneath the water
Would I fight to keep afloat?
Or descend into my rest eternal

From beneath the waves
The darkened skies, azure
No longer convey comfort
I reach out at my final moment  
But I’ve no one to lift from this coffin  
Left stricken by my own
Echoing hollow words

— The End —