Nobody

Nobody Apr 2018

Magic

What is there to believe?
Whats left? What's next?
Like a magician with a card up their sleeve
Everything that's important..
Ceases to matter to me.

So Fake; Make believe..

Pick a set of false memories
Make a book and read it thrice
Pick a destination and throw the dice

It's just, it's just this life...

Nobody Apr 2018

Visitation Vacation

I feel stuck
Somewhere in between one place and another
Like time means nothing...
And everything I've found is hidden from me
Vanished
Incomplete
A realm soaked in misery
She whispers in my ear, I say finish me..

..A picture in hindsight
Too many memories..

First one, I cry
By the end.. Everything is just
A picture in the mind's eye

Why Pry?
Good god, we all lie
Lay me down
and Kiss me Goodbye..

#far #from #home #love #trapped #jail

Nobody Apr 2016

Glory to the conquerors!

It's a funeral!

Not quite a funeral, but the ceremony
right before the big show

except the audience is empty,
and my thoughts are without purpose,
my existence without achievement.

let us give pause for the man with no future
for today is his funeral

let the trumpets play, and the blackness envelope
our minds as we say goodbye to a life that had
no hopes or dreams.

Because of the millions born,
there must be the broken ones, those without purpose
and without the love it takes to prosper.

so I say, let's have a funeral for them, and wish them goodbye
for our thoughts are better placed where we will find our own happiness
and where we can fulfill our own desires at the expense of our mothers glory

the precedence has been set, and now it is all we can see
let us consume, let us exhume all that glitters and glows
for god is waiting with open arms, and empty chests
awaiting our accumulated bounties!

when the time arrives for our funerals, let the world never forget
a fulfilled life has passed, and let us praise the ones
adept at these greedy systems, and at self fulfillment
those able to forsake the few who just cant make it
for they are but an eye sore, on the beauty of life
where all that extends before me is mine, and mine alone.

Glory to the conquerors

#greed

Nobody Apr 2016

I do not write poetry.

I do not write poetry
to please and delight
forever the purpose shall be
to tame my bleeding aching heart.

#haiku #purpose

Nobody Oct 2015

Bothersome

I can't stand this world.

It's a place filled with lies, a world filled with sorrows
A place of violent madness and pitiful tomorrows.

Truth is ineffable, saddening, and out of grasp
and some days I just can't take it,
because the sum of all we are is something that just can't last.

And I promise all these tomorrows will be sunnier day's,
Yet the sun is sinking, sulking and withering away.

My mind just won't stay quiet, it's running and spinning'
and dizzying in shades of grey.

If I could find a point, a purpose, or a meaningful way
I'd trade all my treasure, my pleasure and call it a day.

#depressing #sad #existential #angry

Nobody Sep 2014

What comes in the midnight hour?

What comes in the midnight hour calling me across the lake?
An ethereal siren song of a maiden from another shore.
A song that makes my heart quiver with the thought that im very far from home.

The fire in my mind spreads like a disease to every sense,
light is darkened, sound is muted, taste is rotten, smell is of gasoline and rotting corpses.

What aches is not only that my own heart is empty, but rather
That all the hearts mine call out to are equally broken, and empty.

I've nothing left to offer this world, for this world has already broken me,
beaten me, and left me without a soul, or even a sense of home.

I feel I no longer belong on this shore. Like a man out of time.
All that's left is my silhouette. A burnt out husk.

In a perfect world, we would live in unity. There would be perfect sanity
enough that our minds could fully receive each other
and share our ourselves, share our love, share our knowledge, wisdom and our pains,
without ever harming another, nor ourselves.

We would no longer need words, because our hearts would be one.
We would be united, no longer in selfishness, and greed, but in joy and love and kindness.

I don't belong here anymore, because I'm incapable of living in such a world.
Yet it's all I want, and the furthest from what I am.

I am a monster.

#suicide #depression #madness

Nobody Aug 2014

Monsters

One day it will all end,
be it in a sea of fire, a radioactive wasteland
a barren place with no tree's or signs of life
and we'll still be fighting over what's left.

We are disgusting.
Once nothing is left, We'll still be fighting.
Fighting over our ideas and ideologies.

We are disgusting.
Just maybe we don't deserve to survive.
We can't even face how terrible we really are.
We are monsters, and we hide it from even ourselves.

Don't look in the mirror unless you really want to know
just what you are.

Once you see it, you just might think.
Maybe we don't deserve to survive.