I grasp onto the gasps and awe of some stranger I do it all reckless, and so unafraid by this danger I tango with the early hours and my own ***** mind I beg for more from the phone screen I hide behind I play with these loose holds and these unattached strings I play with their pleasure, revel in the way they moan and sing I validate my own worth through this self I display I almost don't recognize the person on my mirror today
I spiral down a dark and never-ending abyss of grappling with addiction after addiction, vice after vice
How strange life can be sometimes you blinded by what changes you see an ever-changing world to where we live Sadly I don't see all changes as being good there Is a lot of bad In this world but dig deep and there Is well hidden beneath the surface Really kind people always ready to help advise just be there In times if needed It seems once people gain power that's when they change It to there the greed for riches creeps In and corrupts I suppose that's just way It Is and always will be I just think It's so sad ordinary people they are the ones who suffer every time
So much bad In this world but If you dig deep below the surface there's a lot of good people who will help be there for the needy
Stinging morning coffee bliss acompanies the first cig of the day, It’s all downhill from here. Does normal thingsGoes to lecture Lunchtime sugar low. Self-destructive tendencies itching, Beer kick - gets drunk. Being constructive is crushing. Goes to lecure Mind numbing normality Home. Fearful of loneliness and needy, go waste some hours. Its late. Restless. Stoop on the street, with friends. Anxious, ill. Wasted night. Collapse into a shallow sleep of self-loathing. Zombied. Repeated offence.
An acurate describition of my daily university life. Evident is my dependency on drugs and my fear of being alone. Both loneliness and 'mind-numbing normality' are perceived as a threat. The title comes from the french word for daily life to accentuate the repetition and spiraling.
Do you love me? Yes, he lied, And thus left The door opened wide, That soon left Only lonely me inside. Oh, I wanted him to stay But regardless how I tried He pushed me aside And rushed outside Free of my needs As if out of the weeds And into tomorrow, Not a moment of sorrow For my hopes or tears. That had not worked for years. He was completely free, But not so with me. I was left with what I feared most, A love affair with an uncaring ghost.
Yes, begging is seedy And I knew being needy Was as making me unattractive But my fear was active And my lack of self-esteem Made my tears seem to be Righteous temptation, Not abomination. At least to me, As far as I could see. Not then. Is wisdom ever given to men When they need it most, Like when in love with a ghost Of my own desperate creating? It’s probably not worth debating.
The discrimination amongst our nation is shamefully blatant Why can't certain individuals have patience We live world full of colour and sounds Why do people walk around with frowns? Maybe somthing happend to them when they were younger Or sat on the streets dying of hunger If there's one wish I could make It would be to take All the world's riches and share them freely Can't we all just for one second Think about the poor and needy
Why can't we live in a world where people arnt suffering? Why can't we all be one? Food and water is a basic human right I'm sure most of you agree. Do what you can , don't be ignorant to your surroundings.
Is the quality decreasing? Do you not enjoy them? Is it not enough? Will it ever be enough? All these poems? Are they enough? I'm pouring my heart into these. Soon enough there won't be anything left to give. Maybe, when my words are exceedingly watered down, and my jaw is wired shut. Maybe then, you'll enjoy my writing.