Hand traces - combing through her hair
Pull closer - leaning in - for the leftover - body
And sleeve is bloodied - "It ain't me"
A pressing on the chest - "He's overdosing"
Fragrant delight - of given vision
Spreading legs - "Let's toss him into bath"
The flow corrupts eyesight and hearing
No echo - dark - she locks and crosses feet
A tracing up her neck - invites hip linger
Sensations thirst - "Just take me" - kissing lips
And vibrant touch of skin - a thrill
Sinks sound - the desperate begging
"Suits you the least" - for being favoured
Hits syringe - light starts to flicker
"Take him by arms" - a splash
And eyelids heavy -
Her fingers digging into back
A jolt - each ******
Is moaned for harder - "Dead"
Convulsion - numbing self
And emptied reasons' dullness - strips
All vomitary hope -
An ache for clarity -
And fertile womb
For "being human" impregnation

Eat, drink - and savour body
It burns - and freshly blushing
Of ankles, knees - the jutting crags
Eat, drink - get lost - in moaning
Of own thoughts - heads' fog
Is rooted deep in groin
Eat, drink - yell over famine
With belt and taunt
Draw tight the ego's thirst
For thinking - shame yourself
For narrative of truth - give up
And joyfully accept
The informational injection
Comparison, identifying, drama
"I believe!" - a dream forgotten
Neglected honour - recognizing game
Unheard is role - a viewer
Yet - to the wall of lies - another burst
"Why do you peel own skin away?!"
Waste life attire
Save in affliction - reason
When silence in the head
Shrieks - "Jump! Take step! Put hanging!"
Just watch - and call for an encore
Applaud - from stage - from audience
Out of theatre - "Louder! Louder!"
With tears - splutter

I may seem stoic in this new situation
and for a while I was fine
then it hit me like a truck
my heart was the only casualty
tears threatened to spill
but I kept them at bay
I'm an adult
but I'll always miss my parents
I just want to hug them goodnight
but 2 and a half hours of driving separate us
I may seem stoic in this new situation
but on the inside my heart aches for them
stoicism is just a mask for the internal havoc of emotions

What are you supposed to say
when you run out of words
Teary eyes to the sky
Only silence to be heard

What am I supposed to say
When words don't even come close
To the mountain highs and weary skies
When I'm left without a single verse

What am I supposed to do
When my brain becomes an empty room
When my heart plays out it's final chord
Not even my soul speaks my truth

The Stoic Philosopher,
Which is the human mind that studies human life itself,
Which is a noble mind itself,
Which seeks the virtues of Courage, Justice, Temperance and Wisdom.

The Stoic Philosopher who is seeking with noble mind the inner peace and the inner citadel itself.

This to find a safe harbor from life's storms at sea.

The Stoic Philosopher knows, you can only ever control your own actions, deeds, own words and thoughts themselves.

Plus knows not to let others upset them too easy in everyday life itself.

So The Stoic Philosopher is the Noble Minded indeed.

Take what's for granted.                    
Use it with daily comforts                                                
Watch it disappear  
            
Loose something needed.                      
Become ultimately free                                                    
Cherish everything
            
Looking for the gold.                              
Only the silver appears                          
Better anyways

i try to sit and find the perfect measures
I see the pressure and feel the weight, I don’t complain
I want everything but my life plain, in the sight it might seem dumb
I seek to perpetuate my poetry but it feels so absurd
When the people you put up with for so long they just stare
Broken promises, little tragedy for the fable it might shy away
I feel like i got only one shot in this prophecy but i feel the pictures grabbing me.