Firefly

Mar 2015

Quinchet

Panic

The subtle sound of the ice cracking beneath me feet

I shut my eyes. How long have I been sleeping?

Now again I awake in this bed of denial

Again. Repeat. Obsess. Over and over...

Can't just forget. It gets worse every time.

How do you explain hopping back on that coo coo train?

Insanity. Period. One answer. Lets not complicate this.

Just one more got me no where before.

I just want to be cool. I don't want to be weak. I just want to forget whats being held over my head.
I want the freedom. I want to tease, excite, and leave.

The only way to fix this is to make it right not keep letting life pass me by trying to hide my other side.

Self sabotage. Its easier to admit defeat when when there is nothing left. I don't want that. I've got too much.

It's not okay. This is not acceptable.

Mar 2015

Quinchet

Mind Games: Lies to Self

Twin Flame, I think not.
Just Needed an alibi to be insane.

I used you for your spark
Your ungodly fiery flame

You gleamed me in the eyes
the Heat rose up inside

Like a million Butterflies
attached to electric shocks

In the mirror I stare
At all I am and never lived to be

I saw you in me... me in you.

I breathed you in over and over again.
Yet my bed is still with him.

Did I ****** you,
Lure you with my mind.

With my *** demon smiling on the inside
saying everything is fine.

I stalk, I prey, I conquer. men are easy.

Did I need to feel you to take part in your flame.
Now my lioness got caught in the game.

Claws drawn waiting to dig in..
The rest of me needing to pull away.

So I told him its over but in bed we lay.
Not touching with nothing to say.

I feel for another is what I should say.
Truth is I am a coward who needs the tension and release.

Why must I play this Game.
My thoughts are hurting My weary Head.

Mar 2015

Quinchet

Lights Out

When darkness consumes us.
Will we cave into our fears.

Everything we do everyday. Gone.

Electricity Disappears.
Frantic Faces. Searching. Running. Hurting.

What will I have to give.

Feed me knowledge so that I may live.
Give me Grace and Understanding.

If this is true. I've heard the words my Whole life.

This place we call home was built to be destroyed.
We have feed the destruction. We are one.

In desperate times will you love or fight.
Will we destroy ourselves from within.
Before the Flames set in.

Can it just be a new start. Clean Slate.
Get back to basics.
Rebuild.
Grow.
Evolve Spiritually.

Or is this the Beginning of the End.

Mar 2015

Justin G

Not One To Be (A poem for me)

Ignore the mind
Too difficult
To confide
Too much
Story telling
Misguided intention
An age old conviction
Too ill intended
   Pitiful thoughts
Plentiful lost
Death toll enthralled
Each skill was killed
No depth
Nor sound
No gold
All sold
Now
They're teasing me
I've lost space
Came in last place
Everything stolen
I'm feeling squeezed
I'm losing it
Mistook it for empathy
It kept misusing me
The sweetest of symphonies
  The smell of fresh failure
Everything freshly faked
What a Life
A piece of cake
   Nothing decisive
Existence is strife
Collecting undeserving data
Nihility is unadulteration
   The purest form of freedom
No water for family trees
   No soil for plants or seeds
Too much abused energy
       To be is transient
Evoking unfulfillment
Provokingly altering
All reality conflicting
A deep sea of dreams
Why be?
When being
Always falls
... ... ...
Short
     ... ... ...

A poem for me?
Why me?
I'm not one to be

Mar 2015

Ann Nicole

stupid?

I'm far too informed
To believe in such things
Your tales are amusing
I'll leave you to your beliefs

Were you dropped on your head?
What a rude thing to say
I wouldn't mean an apology
So just be on your way

Classify me as a hater
Because that's "all I'll ever be"
And once you know all about this
I'll listen, don't you see

You give me no respect
And pretend that I'm ignorant
But move quickly along
And back away from my business