beautiful blue the sky seems everlasting above me the clouds desperately reach for each other like they may never meet again like they may never feel love again
i sympathize with them the longing for love the yearning of partnership my perception of what that is forever twisted by this shadow casted upon my life
why cant i be happy? why do the people who are supposed to love me despise me? i am reduced to bones by their deductions i am nothing but a shell of their projections ive been persecuted to this living hell with their reprehensions
i look to the eternal sky standing on the edge nobody knows what resides in my head maybe its better that way my thoughts need not be said a choice between two paths to be alive or to be dead
A love so deep, it rips apart your unhealed skull. A mystery of illusions, inclusivity is dared to be dispelled. May I hold you? Or am I too far away. Can I feel you? Just a touch to make me beg of your despair. Unwritten poetry, a querulent secrecy of written misery and longing. I want to love, may I love? Whom can be loved more than the love of thyself? I fall to my aching pits. I feel you... But you are not here.
Catch a calling pigeon, Tell him what you really think. Express your deepest statements To the rim of your last drink. 'Cause society will tell you That your voice is not worth hearing, As they cast their vicious judgments, With their pompous faces leering.
Release your thoughts into the silent night, Or share them on a small poetry site. Intellectual conformity is promised: We learned to lie without being dishonest.
How does one share an opinion that isn't held by either the majority or the loud minority?
Intrusive Thoughts A Heavy Darkness Follows Perceptions With Guilt I Feel Hollow Really I See Through Rationalize Still I See Too The Parts That I Block Out To Help Me Feel Better About Choices I Make I'm Afraid I'm Hearing Voices Reminding Me What I Did I Feel Sarrow Bleeding Through My Eye Lids So Many Ways I See In Situations Making Descions That Better Me Make Me Feel Anxious I Can't Comprise What I'm Contemplating I Let People Go I Need Myself I Need Calm My Mind And Free My Self All These Abilities Will Heal Me And Feul Me Or Haunt Me And **** Me No Longer Can I Step A Side I Take A Breath Then I Step Out Side The Sky I Gaze Upon I See A Grave I'm On I'm Processing And Analyzing All, Micro Everything It's Hard To Relax And Feel The Energy Shamanic Path Dealing With The Entities I Watch The Embers In Our Hearts And It's Crippling To Feel The Sensations Of Mysery And Try To Justify It With A Beautiful Mystery I'm To Complex For The Simple Things I Need To Get Right Or I Must **** My Self I'm Praying Lets Make A Pact Help Me Heal My Self Doctors Don't Understand Me There Ain't A Plan B I Even Feel Distant With My Family They See Me In The Past Warped Off Built Perceptions I Want To Lay On Train Tracks And Leave Earth But I Can't Leave A Message It Would Take Life Times To Say All My Perceptions I'm Looking For A Balance Of Peace Not A Place In Heaven My Mind Is Infinite And Open Others Are In A Box Hope I Don't Get Locked Up Cos I Can't Knock It Off I'm Built With Magick Within In A Skin Full Of Sin That Is Thinning I Can See My Ashes In Dust Do The Pros Weight Out The Cons When I'm Adding Em Up Nobody But Me Can Convince Me When I Had Enough Emotions Can Feel Disturbing And Mold Like Got To Hold Tight On What I Want To Be Not An Old Life I Feel Like A Vampyre On A Cold Night I know Right Here I Go Again I Fantasize How To Shape Shift Through Candle Light I Opened Up My Mind To See Things In Ways With Out Confirming To A Single Structure Or Foundation Battle With Insanity, I Hate It Sizzle Like Its Satin Wheeping But I Make It I See Ghost Upon A Swing Some Lady In A White Dress That Dances Through A Grass Feild The Flowers Dead Black Roses By My Feet Is That My Seat Bloods Clogging The Sink Meditate In A Casket Just Too See What It Means Purgatory Screams The Agony In Dreams Absence Or Achieve At The Grave Yard Writing Poetry Under A Tree It's Raining I Admire The Leaves As They Blow With The Wind I'm Cold As Ice If You Touch My Skin Romance And Poetry Is What I Know I Used To Hold On The Thorns Now I Let Go Observing As Everything Unfolds Is There A Purpose Is This A Show Will The Ones That I Love Most Read What I Wrote Insides A Symphony Haunted By The Oak