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NeroameeAlucard Feb 2017
Every day is the same
I feel lower than a slave
I did everything right
Went to school despite
It wasting my money and time
Earned 3 degrees
I can't get anywhere in my field,
And i knew it wouldn't come with ease
Hard work doesn't pay off
That statements false like the profits
Of Bernie Madoff
You made off with my money, and time
I can't get back
So now I'm working out of my mother's basement
Because of the funds i lack
I didn't rest on my laurels,
I do have a job, but it's nowhere near worth my mettle
Rejection is a part of the process
But
If you're qualified for the position then wouldn't you get it?
Or is that just the decision of bosses,
You know the yes men that don't say anything
To contest them
I'd like to address them
I know it's not easy being higher up in command
But Common decency and respect isn't a guideline, it's a demand.
NeroameeAlucard Feb 2017
I learned to crawl on basslines,
And learned to walk on the back beat,
I learned to read when i heard 4 or 5 bars
Delievered through the microphone.
And i learned how to dance when a DJ started scratching the records.
In other words, music is in my DNA
I'm a proud soul child and I'll gladly throw that flag on display.

There's so much about music that's strange and unique but,
There's always one thing thats constant.. the beat.
The heart of music that you can feel from the darkest ghettos and projects. All the way to the urban sprawl that is our cities.
The beat.
NeroameeAlucard Feb 2017
When we're tired we sleep
And when we sleep we dream
And lately i keep seeing this dog
Can someone tell me what it means?
He's a little Akita hound
Pointed ears and scrunchy nose
I named him Tanuki
Because he looks like an undersized fox
With no weasels to hold
He's little, tiny and loyal
But only exsists in my head
He loves snuggling by me, apparently
He's loves nodding his head

So why do i keep seeing this adorable dog
As i hover over the cliff of sleep?
So can someone please tell me,
What do my dreams mean?
NeroameeAlucard Feb 2017
I can't kick this slump
For as much positivity and thoughtfulness mixed with a little bit of sexiness
I can't seem to get away from my own rattled restlessness and seemingly seasonal breaks of unexplained sadness,
It's driving me to madness as i get agitated at my own slightest imperfection and even guitar playing is starting to lose its infectous nature,
but i sit in between 19-2000 nurtured not to hate you see,
But what happens when you can't stand what looks back at you in the mirror on some days?
Do i just remain in this daze or slowly but surely probe myself out of this maze?
NeroameeAlucard Jan 2017
A sight beyond sight
Forever watching the stars,
Fall from the sky
Beyond a galaxy too immense to describe
The lights traveling thousands of Light years
Seemingly instantaneously

A love beyond love
Caring for one another despite time,
Space, distance and age.
They stand as one, hand in hand,
Two wandering spirits traveling together

A friendship beyond
Even my own exorbitant expectations
With these figments of my imagination
Manifested into my nerdy possessions
And my 6 stringed expression machines
However, attachment with material things is not to be taken lightly...
All those memories will be lost in time
Remembering, how the *** used to be
The pain, the games, and now it’s the shame
of unresponsive low libido , rerouting all lanes
Replaced, by the latest muscle relievers

The legs refused to go beyond the sixty degree angle
to stretch the inner thigh muscles

They crack their back, just by ripping the covering off the condoms
While their toes curves due to the deficiency of vitamins B12

Remembering how the *** used to be, wild, wild and carefree
Mobility without the Immobility
can ruin one’s ****** activities
What happened last Monday morning?
I woke up in my body and it wasn’t that body anymore:
Throughout my body I felt sharp pain
Followed by an added plus of lightheadedness
So I kept asking myself some questions,
What can the matter be?

The devil can be a liar sometimes,
I took a long look at my lifeline in the palm of my hands
It reads a long life ahead of me,
but somehow the most crucial pain
Was trying to outbid me: 

 As I lay there on the gurney
I thought about some cow’s heel soup with pumpkin,
Dumplings with the carrots simmering on top
The thought of food when you are feeling sick is unreal
But only a poet would have:
he thinks, he creates an illusion for a solution

That was last week today
I am having a bowl of delicious cow’s heel soup
Loaded with carrots and corn dumplings
To ease uneasiness:
I shall follow up with the doses of ranitidine
To complete this poignant write
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