Marco Batista

Marco Batista Oct 2016

Habits

The persistence
Of this gloomy eyed beauty
Smooth sailing out to sea

Where do you want me
It's your decision honey
In my reality or yours

Bad habits
Will We ever get this right
Bad habits
Faded out of sight

Señorita
I'm flying and knee deep
So let's hold hands
And get back down

Marco Batista Aug 2016

FML

Love is flooding my body, it's a strange feeling. I'm entrenched in vulnerability , every word held hostage. I was always running away from it , scared of it controlling me, scared of it destroying me. This time I'll dive into it with every inch of my being. I will soak my decisions in this emotion. I hope she doesn't know that she can **** me. Drop me from the heavens to faceplant in the concrete. That she is my vice, the one that rambles consciousness, scrambles my soul. **** a rock ,she's my mountain.

Marco Batista May 2016

Perfect scene

This is the perfect scene
A man with a siliconed personality
A woman with a siliconed body

This is the perfect scene
People validating themselves through a handheld device.
The environment taken hostage under our pollution.

This is the perfect scene.

#poem #poetry #dark #writing

Marco Batista Apr 2016

Her

I see the horizon change when her eyes dry.

She's made of constellations.

I hold her soul with the deepest devotion.

The world hurts when she hurts, thunder and tropical storms.

Religion is a product of her.

Marco Batista Apr 2016

Self Adulation

Lying lives more then living nowadays,
Tedious times are the tormentor.
Moments passing minute by minute,
Never enough for the naturally ordinary.

Self-denial and delusions are deemed reality,
Irrational ideas seem more than illusions.
Loving loosely has become everyone's legacy,
Awake yourself, become aware of me.

Emotions are at a pinnacle.
I'm bursting with lust for self adulation. Don't ever attach yourself to external gratification.

She's caught in the crossfire of my self destruction.

Marco Batista Apr 2016

Psychosis

She's the habit I can't break.

My collective consciousness can't seem to collaborate with the world unless she's in it.

She's in the depths of my being, simmering just above the boiling point.

I have a maturing addiction to her, a mental hypnosis that lightens my darkness.

She's the habit I can't break.

#love #dark #soul

Jul 2014

Remus

I Pity You

I pity you.
It's not the pity you would think.
I pity you because you do not know
what you are doing to yourself.

You are clawing on the inside,
your brain is melting into mush.
You are trying to hard to not
burst out crying.

I pity you because you think I still love you.
I do not love anymore,
that was only for seven months.
You do not know when to
let go.

I pity you because you still love me.
Anyone who loves me should be
pitied.
Seeing that I am someone who holds on.
I hold on to things I shouldn't like;
books, movies, people, blankets, and you.

#love #sad #depression #life #death #you