Want to climb
To show that
Are not **** happy
To show that
Emotions are normal
For a mentally ill person
To should the normies
That they themselves
Create stigma and ignorance.
I dream of a better world
where chickens can cross
the road and not
about their motives.
Just somethings to hopefully brighten your day...
That is all i see.
Everybody is scanning for a bond,
While i lie in the shadows angling
My mode of perception, to correspond
Your routines and rituals of acting,
And asking for boundless love.
So i abscond and you can't ask for more.
Because you noticed my kind and my codes.
You knew I was designed to be alone.
I lay my tranquil smile and keep observing us coincide
Feeling the pulse from the inside
I drift trusting i am the aftermath of a calculated plan
But something is always missing somehow
Lost in my thoughts
I blame the inventor
And i grow wiser,
Knowing i will never understand the true motives of my designer.
Words Of Harfouchism.
Thoughts and feedback are welcomed
The noose around your neck
Is around ours
Necks warped and twisted
By pools of molten tears
Erupting without warning
She was an infected bullet wound
Giving you tetanus
A black line that raced to your mind
Reddening your eyes
So you only saw death
You burned in the fire of Hades
Capricious flames dancing
A witch burning alive
Found guilty of being human
A verdict you couldn’t live with
They can't point fingers now
At the void where you were
And their fingers are lost
In old handkerchiefs
Saturated with their tears
Flowers replace you
Where you once stood
White when they should be black
You choke on religion
We pull back the soil
Tucking you up with the earth
Kissing you with impotent words
Burying you under the rope
You carried so diligently in life
Trigger warning: suicide. This was written about suicide after my boyfriend at the time's brother killed himself. It explores his pain and the pain of those left behind.
It's lonely at the top they tell me--- I'm already a pretty sad guy.
It's chaotic at the bottom & I've grown sick of it.
This farewell is my own decision.
A decision to divorce the past.
A decision to secure my future.
I’d rather die than conform like some of you already have.
Late night thoughts.
Desperate I stood
Bruised from shame
A man on the edge of decay
With an olive branch
She brought me back
Into her forgiving heart
The next morning self-satisfied
I left without remorse or goodbye
For the young and the restless be careful out there
Fear is a powerful motive
Don't give in
I do things
solely because of them
and it is depressing.
Let the future be your motivation
Your drive to make it down the road
Remain focused, remain persistent
Although the direction therein, you do not know
May no know, yet, to be specific
I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ******* spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.
*-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015
Inspired by the book of Hosea in the Bible.