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Towela Kams Oct 2014
Another flashback remitted.
How many more episodes will I endure until I allow myself to reminisce upon **what once was?
Well, it is what it is.
Erin-Taylor Jan 2014
Through my own deadly self-consumed bitterness,

I catch sight of you…

Drifting by your lonesome…

No, drowning…

In an ocean of denial,

Your ocean.

Able to reach depths,

that no one can find.

Something,

Out of something like pity,

I guess I'm kind of indenial too.

Waiting for you to realize that you need me.

I'm hopeless without you.

You're disfunctional without me.

I need you.

You need me.

So come to me, when the sea is in chaos,

It will hardly notice your absence, unlike how I do.

Come to me, so that we may float in Our Own Ocean of Denial.

We'll never drift apart, for when we're together…we are one.

Come home.
I don't know, just rambling I guess.
Poetic T Jun 2016
It lingered in the twilight expanses beneath where I rest my soul and head,I heard its mumblings, incoherent not upon my ears was either understood.

Clinging to the expanse of what was underneath,  it was a warm night
but beneath was breath chilled and frigid that my hair stood on end.
I saw its exhalation from form to nothingness.

My mirror in the corner I would swift fully gaze, but all I saw
was darkness and those eyes that followed me across the bed.
Like a cobra it did gaze upon my movement hypnotic in essence.

Wanton curiosity of a mind so young, a finger, a thumb, a hand now I wave under the bed. But nothing heeds my gesture under my creaking mattress i wave in oblivion by nothing signals back.

I rest my weary eyes, then slumber to those places where my innocence does dramatize the actions of the day. but while the blinds are closed it reaches from its depths, it knows i now slumber its time to play.

I walk on the ice skating as I go, but then my feet are constrained and as the moments pass, i am entombed from below to up above, but just before my sight freezes i see a hockey puck, shattered in tears i fall.

Awoken by this moment  gazing upon the floor, there is no darkness
as there was before. Instead there is light, orange in  its glow, it
seem warmer till engulfed in combustion and I awaken once more.

A merry go round of images one as contorted as the former, now I seem to be on a merrygoround of distorted reality. Concluding this is a dream as i moved from one cunvulising moemtn to the next.

I say "No more, as my eyes begin to bleed, as fingers sink deep into the pots. "There is no going home for I am here now till i drain you till your death, I awaken once again to a place I know the best.

But I am indenial as where i rest only faint whispers are heard upon my breath, for this thing that lingers beneath has all but finished its ingestion of my essence as i have only a few ceaseless moments left.

Darkness envelopes me, I'm a prisoner within in a cell, in the middle a bed. A place to rest a weary head, I had fallen prey to that which hungers sleep. For the energy it took now I'm now in tormented death.
It not the staying awake its the sleep where it`ll get you
Tabitha  May 2014
CrossRoads
Tabitha May 2014
Do you ever feel as though you can't decide?
People pushing you to what they believe is right,
Telling you they know what's best,
While you'd rather just take a rest,
Take a rest off this world for while,
It's hectic schedule does not accommodate your lifestyle,
You wish you could make a better decision worthwhile,
While you sit in indenial,
Telling yourself that everything will be okay,
In reality will never stay,
You wish those who were close cared for your wants,
Cared what you wanted in life,
I heard a great quote that I believe we shall all must live by,
"Don't let your dreams remain your dreams"
-And to this I say take your stand,
Fight for what you want on this soil and land,
This Earth may be of 7 billion people,
You've gotta know that crossroads and decisions sometimes
can not be equal.
In regards to competition between people and the struggle to choose within decisions
Alan Jimenez  Oct 2017
Urges
Alan Jimenez Oct 2017
I just can't help but stare at you
I'm just sitting here enjoying the view
That's when my imagination starts to run wild
If I say I don't want you then I'm indenial
Your eyes show innocence
But you have a guilty pleasure in essence
Tell me what is it that you want
Or let me show you what I got
I'm just trying to get you alone
No need to play games we both grown
If all you want is ***
That's fine by me I think that's best
That's our business the world doesn't have to know
It'll be between us like how it's suppose to go
I'm not here to play with your head
I'm just trying to get you in bed
I like your body and your size
And all I want is to get between your thighs
Because everytime I see you I get these urges
The feeling of wanting to be inside you emerges
So tell me where I'm at let me know where I sit
You deserve to be treated right you've earned it
Always Second  Dec 2021
Indenial
Always Second Dec 2021
This morning I welcomed my demons
Because it's light and bright outside
I'm thinking I'm strong enough to face them
Or I'd rather face them in the light
Like a coward, I'm too weak for darkness
It's almost like a band aid
Preventing it from bleeding out
11/23/2021 11:40am
nsw  Mar 2020
storytime.
nsw Mar 2020
I'm going to tell you a story
Of this couple that had no choice but to linger together..
For many years the wife was getting abused.. drugged.. *****
He would spend all day out with an older woman.. and come home to a fresh meal by his warm-hearted lover
He never recognized the pain he had put her through..
How sadly.. she was attached to him mentally and emotionally

Fast forward to the day when the husband had gotten a call from the hospital
That he had beat her so violently.. she was put into a coma
The woman was quickly losing her vitality
Indenial by heart but ignorant by choice
Refused to take accountability for his actions
He had taken it out on that older woman

Next thing you know.. his wife had passed.. he had beat the older woman so critically..
That she was bleeding tears down her soft cheeks dripping onto the hard-wooded floor
Every single day she would make prayers.. hoping she had something left to look forward to
I guess at one point you just don't want to fight anymore
Later that month.. this older woman had taken her own life.
That's two.
When will this stop?
What does it take?

— The End —