I have resigned myself to this; time stretching onwards a pale weak grey like that of a dove, promising peace -- sod your peace, after all, heaven is a place where nothing ever happens -- -- heaven is Las Vegas -- everything and nothing all at once, and around the corner of my hesitation comes a voice as lifeless and mutilated as the rest of me: "shut up and live."
I have walked unshoon through dust-choked wastelands where they strung belief and imagination up from the flagpoles, by their throats and burned all our dreams to light up a night grittier than a mouthful of gravel in a desert. tracing my tracks and trails by the bloodprints left by bare soles lacerated by shattered dreams underfoot. "just shut up and live."
I have dreams, curiosities, wondering too deeply what the last moment on Earth would be like, what it would take to breathe through the end and run face-first into oblivion or whatever's beyond it. I sicken, and weaken, and wake up gagging on my own sweat and the echoes of a voice made harsh by dysagapi: "shut up and live".
I wish I only existed within the pages of a book I wish I was as quiet as a whisper Just barely there, barely heard Like a sweet lullaby I want to exist for a quick flash In a dream that feels like thread unraveling Ready to be broken away and gone within a second But it was still there Just for that And that’s all I’d ever need I’m already living it
A coop Unannounced and spilt again It's warmth a discontent Clasping of the chest Face now grimaced to groan alone Sensation dead Hushed in quiet breath Salty broth on cloth musked in scent This soup is not my friend Isolation in the end
Where I am Where I stand Dissatisfaction, My daily song. Dissatisfaction, My present emotion. I am no longer burning with passion I long for more beauty The vanity I seek, What a fair one I know. My latest predicament, A longing for better times. I crave for something better I want a new flame In this spring of discontent A float of an invisible, Yet having springs of a vague tomorrow.
This is an ode showing the state someone is in. It shows how discontent and dissatisfied the person is with his or her life.
Shadow looms over the patriot nation Darkness blooms over rot and revelation Sadness runs across the holy nation One under god Indivisible stagnation
Cant pray the disease away rotten to the core Maggots fester in its brain as it screams for more Cursed land of plenty parasites in every pore Tragic fates for all who hate and adore
The past is genocidal our forefathers were homicidal Get the pesticides and apartheid **** the undesirable Dont think wrong, look wrong, be strong just be small Cause above all this country is for the weak and frail
Small minds create the law Frail hearts preserve order We ****, enslave, then set aside to create the mortar Built the rails of immigrant backs got our labor mail order Shipped them from Africa to be the chained and stabled labor
We committed upon humanity nuclear holocaust And to be sure we did it again at reasonable cost Landed on the shores and it would've all been lost Found a savior and on a trail of tears they were cast
Now we stand divided by our caste by our birth Left to escape the kings only to crown our first There's a humor in this storied past a dark mirth A nations hero complex perverted by imperial thirst
Conception of endless consumption capitalism's Inception with bad intention left no options They say socialism is communism and communism's The devil all red looking for our destruction
Jesus has a Gucci cross and Versace rags Status and money worshiped in all these rags News of the second coming stocks on the rise Every day another person dies so a bottom line rise
And these people want to be crushed underfoot Protesting protection demanding oppression The uneducated pedestrian Loves licking boots Complacent peasants never gonna change succession
Evil and corruption isn't only at the top look at us ***** in a *** make change seem like it treasonous Cant even discuss trying to change the U.S. Without some ******* saying just get off the bus
If you wanna see evil all you gotta do is look at the street Where they'll lay you out and take the shoes off your feet Everyone desperate poor man rob a poor man to eat Everyone's addicted everyone's a deadbeat debts on our sheet
Sometimes it all feels hopeless like I'm helpless To systemic problems made to chain my dreams Only thing keeping me going is all my friends I cant change the past or even the now nevertheless
I still exist and I am forced to coexist with this mess Everyday historical its forecast oncoming endless stress Every year piles on the duress death creeps in the press Whispers in my head wonder if I could care less
Tired of caring about **** I cant change Of a living in a life I didn't make Emptiness and regret/Contempt and rage Emotions flipping page to page
Don't waste it on the wrong person. Don't even waste it on the right person.
Don't waste loneliness during the day, When there are things to be done. Don't waste it in dreams at twilight, When there are dones to be thinged.
Don't waste loneliness at night When your time should be your own And could be filled with anything Other than everything you're not.
Take your loneliness And denigrate it. Crumple it. Crush it. Throw it in a blender. An industrial oven.
Take it out For a few drinks too many, And a few more after that; Lull it into a false sense of security That congeals with its drunken state To create a blinding dichotomy Of vulnerability and arrogant invincibility, So it suspects nothing As you lead it Down a dark alley And beat it to death with a brick.
Have a too-close-to-call Fight to the death With your loneliness In a public toilet, With it almost getting The better of you Until you smash it Teeth-first Off of a porcelain Sink basin, Before dragging it By the hair To a cubicle, Where you hold its head Under the toilet water, Long after its body stops convulsing.
Do what you can To transmute Your loneliness Into solitude, And wear it.
Inside-out. Back to front. Upside-down. Right side up.
Wear solitude so well that It ends up wearing you, As its skin.
Use solitude to learn thyself. To feel thyself. To know thy changing self.
Let solitude remind you that The existence of loneliness Begets the existence of The antithesis of loneliness.
So definitely don't waste Perfectly good loneliness, Especially if you're forgoing Perfectly good hope.
you go you work you play your role you smile and laugh take care of everyone eagerly awaiting the moment they leave you release the tension allow your smile to drop feel the weight of gravity drawing you downward just be just breathe ahhh yes... the discontent i was expecting you... something is terribly wrong it’s probably you, you know... start thinking, what did you do? i just want it to go away i crave the ability to forget the option to feel content just for a while...