This is the second day of discourse
And I'm still feeling worn
My heart is torn, crying tears
That mirror melting paintings
And feet withering away
On paths they tread on
My eyes are closing
Only to dream of nightmares
And these words unspoken
Are all but ideas now
That have left their
Stations of innovation
Further to fade in my mind
And further to drift apart
From my creation.
This piece was written not necessarily as a 'part 2' to "Another Moment," but could be considered as such. It's a latter poem within the same vein that was conceived the same week "Another Moment" was written.
Warm like the sunset.
Brisk as November.
I lie between your thighs with meaningful intent.
Orange and yellow phospherence fills my space after you have left.
Dense air fills the area.
Smoke infiltrates my lungs
inhaling the poison, I become addicted.
The aura grows demented.
Brown and yellow.
Orange and green.
The haze is to be seen as if in a childhood dream.
Something quite familiar,
but nothing like I've ever seen.
Distillation of my soul.
What has once been lost,
is now sure to be found.
Distortion of the mind dominates the spirit.
The heart inevitably beats pure, white, innocence.
I'll judge myself more frequently than anyone else.
Passion explicitly rests in the mind.
My desires are a gift to me.
The sun setting will always be free.
Not too long ago I knew
Things, people, family, future plans
Not too long ago
Then, over the course of 4 years
Everything fell apart
Everything came unglued, undone,
Nothing fit together so smart(ly)
It took six month of pain, regret and confusion to...
See colors once known
It’s time to get into my own zone
And now I am alive
I feel like I might thrive
I feel more me now, then I ever was
Before. Before all the fuzz
They actually gave birth
Every day isn’t easy
Far from everything perfect
But I feel things are flowing
I feel that my soul is growing
My choices flowing
My expectation growing
sometimes beauty does come from ashes, and though i am still covered in ash, the light is shining through
I̻͔̮̠͙̙͓̟F͖͙͎͓̥͈̳͎ ͔͚̳͍͓̩̹ͅO̲͉ͅN͍̟͕̠͍̥̤͈L͓̮̦Y͍̱͈̖̰̥ ̣̖͙͖
͓͎̼I͉̱̩̭͎̹̯̪͖ ͉̥̫̻H͕̖͕̰A͓̤͍̖̙͙̻̼͚D̹̦̭ ̺̟͎̜
Innocence saw the truth
The mind filtered it, and
Misery spoke it (to him)
He heard it
And sharp anger impaled it
Revealing the remaining
Fragments of Adulterated
Making sense of distortions and how unhealthy communication and stories whittle away truths, diverging towards a shallow muddy puddle of view.
I’m of colour, ain’t you?
Do dogs see a pitbull, or just another dog?
Are we animals of our own, or just animalistic?
Fat we call it, we laugh.
**** we call it, we laugh.
Strange we call it, we avoid.
Different we call it, we exclude.
Unfamiliar faces to us,
Like stolen goods, we touch not.
Like a judge making a ruling, we talk not.
Is a stranger a stranger, when we come short of association?
Or are we too proud of associating?
I don’t believe in ****.
I believe in a stupidly distorted view of people.
Today was ok͝a̧̼y͎̮͟
so why do i f͉̲̰e̴̺e̸l̠̱̗̩̜͘ ̭like this
i didnt do anything w͕̭̼̱̤͍̣r̜ơ̩n͎̺̠̹̠̤̱g̶ so why
w̦̰͓͉̰̺h̯̬̥͓̭y͉̪ ͟d҉̟͖̱o̤ ̷ỳ̘ò̻͍̫͓u̼̪̖̕
͡w̹̫̣̘̘͟h̖̖͈̥̫̳̲y̱̮̯͚̠ ̖͠d͏͈͚͓̥̙͈o͇ ̧̟ị̯̰̬
̨̤̣̬ͅw͍͓h̩̝̭͙a̟̼͖̹̫̰t̵͇̫͔̻͚ ̳i̘s͏̖͎ͅ ̮̱͕̩ẃ̪̬̪r̴̠̠̯͈o͜n̦̖̰̩̫g̗̘̫͍̩̗̼̕ ̧̦͕̳͚͚̤ͅw̦̜̠͉͘i̭̜͘t̟h̞͎ ̳̣m̢̗̞̩͙̤͚e̯̕
I̵͏̻̘͔̭͖͈͎̝̮̹̠͙̮̟͔̯̞̀̕ͅ ̶̡̛͕͇̪̦̞͔͉̭̝̭̪͇̜̯a̡̖͖͎̤̺̼̥̯͎̺̱͈͟͡m̷̶̧͍̥̳͙͇̩͇̳̪̘͉̞̯͇̱͕̲̕ͅͅ ̕҉̧̙̳͙͍͓̯͉̠̦s̝̬͙͈͔̪͕͚͎͚̥̯͔̳͓̣̟̩̦͘͢ì̸̭͚̰͖͉͎̙͞ͅͅǹ̴̮̺͈̘͚̪̻̞̣͕̪̥͓̱͓͟k̸̵̤̣̪̯̞͢͟͝i̢̬͚̭̺͚̯͕͕̮͖͘͘͟ņ̸͍͎̬̮͖̦̺̖̺̣̼͈̼̀͜͝g̢̢̘̗̗̖̭̟͚̭͓̮͔
Distorted midday dreams
Deepest unwelcome fears
Uttering thunderous screams
With inglorious tears
A warm but scentless gaze
Limited by these walls
Lies fixed on you these days
While a dread in me crawls
I see what others can't
I hear it all distorted
The chirping of the birds
Is the demon howling
Inside of me
With the magical banner held high
invoking the crocodile rain of oppression by elites
of greed by leeches and bacteria, amoebas and suckers
oh come all come one, join our revolution against dark powers
Oh.. who in rightful mind could refuse
off she went to hear hot propaganda of those high and mighty folks
who took food from baby's mouth and live likes kings in our homes
fed in Le Cordon Bleu a'la Rouge with lashings of aspic fabrications
Without hesitation she swallowed all up,
I'm in and I am an Activist show me the culprit, what can I do
all for one, one for all, that parasite deserves miseries and doom
Easy comrade sister, get to know him and help us do his head in
It's a sport for us that elitist blood sucker
just get under his skin for us, let's play his mind and infest his head
report back to us, inner knowledge is power and we're fighting a war
comrade sister, our hot Activist marched forth on with vim and vigor
comrade sister wholly followed her brief
though soon saw things weren't as the revolutionaries presented
conflicted and confused she felt pity for a rare icon held in gallows
but the majority carries the vote and all is fair in love and red war
At her cost and with a wretched heart she gave her all
did as she was told and played her part as a true comrade in line
Solidarity she give to the fight, was mean and nasty as demanded
It's them or us they say and see comrades I give my services to you
No medals for Comrade sister, no epaulette yet earned
rather at her cost her privacy invaded and smears throws at her
tales of dark deeds and loose morals hung on her in dark corners
yet that poor heroine fought and gave so much blood for the cause
where is the honour amongst thieves and knaves
she did all that was required of her
told the lies she was made to tell and played the game as taught
stood at the barricades and ****** her guilt and conscience
yet they still don't trust her for paranoia rules them all