Ivan Kester Marcalas: Poems

394 · Feb 2016

Ivan Kester Marcalas Feb 2016

I'm doing the things that make me feel alive.
But you're clipping my wings.
Killing me inside.

And if I can't take to the skies.
I'll take to the seas
Where i'm free as i was.
With my head in the clouds.

284 · Feb 2016

Day to day

Ivan Kester Marcalas Feb 2016

Day to day

As I go about my day to day,
I feel a chill on my shoulders.

Clutching me, holding me close.

As I go about my day to day,
whispers, i hear.

Worthless, Useless
Nobody needs you...

Why don't you just **** up and Die.

As I go about my day to day,
I feel worthless, useless...

Like nobody needs me.

Fake smiles all around,
I'm fines and how do you dos

This chill creeps over me,
enveloping me.

As I close my eyes,
Darkness surrounds me.

As I go about my day to day...

248 · Feb 2016

Irony

Ivan Kester Marcalas Feb 2016

Irony

A man of discontent, I am.
Of how discontent, Content, I am.
Ironic it is.

For how can one be content,
If he is truly discontent.

By being content,
We lose the hunger.
To live is a hunger we cannot sate.

To sate this hunger,
Is to fill a hole that has no end.

I am a man of discontent.
And to live is what I hunger for.
And with that, I am content.

— The End —