Peace 1h
I looked for you to be perfect
& in return you seeked my perfection.
In this twist of twisted reflection in ourselves we rejected the truth..
By not acknowledging, we will forever be flawed.
We drifted like sand in the sea.
We lost ourselves in the abyss
& in this we lost,
the meaning of our youthful love.
Accepting, what's hard to face. The individuality parts of us all.
Love is more Alien
Than the undiscovered Depths of the ocean.
It’s more Foreign than the unexplored regions of the Universe.
And another thing...
Love is 10x more Painful than a knife in the Back.
How do you guys feel about love...?
when i should sleep i think of you
when i should wake i close my eyes
i shut my blinds
ignore the sky
i bite my nails
or else my tongue
i go to work
and keep on trying
ive stiched onto my face
that cardboard smile
i have a blessed life
but it's hard to taste
the fruit of the garden
that is covered with thorns
i try to be appreciative but sometimes you just have to mope
Sometimes,
I feel that 'Growing up' is the only mistake I ever did.
"And not letting go."
The uncomfortable triumph that comes from being brave enough to admit that you're scared
I had that moment today, and I would have made a wrong decision if I had not finally been honest with Madoff about what was holding me back.
One morning I woke from a nearly 30 year dream
It seemed so much like reality
Until I got a pinch in the form of abandonment
Hit me like a tsunami
Drowning in the sea

Today, oh sweet day
I’m covered in change
I washed all of the demons away
Oh sweet day


Awake my pride
Awake my soul
These eyes are open
It’s time to turn diamonds from misery’s coal
A seething rage engulfs me.

Anger, hate and spite consume me.

I shake in fury,

And tremble wildly.



No fairness will grace me.

No justice awaits me.

I stand alone, with goodness in my hand.

Outstretched it went unnoticed.

Withdrawn it spawned distaste.

To what end is such disdain?



For ages I lived among you.

Forlorn I have become.

An outsider here, a stranger there.

No closure or forgiveness.

No understanding or recognition.

No embrace. No trust.



Alone I stand, with goodness in my heart.

Presented it gained no favor.

Unused it gathered insult.

Diluted it lost its potency.

With dosage, it sparked no memory.



Unneeded.

Unheard.

Rejected.

Distrusted.

Misunderstood.

Fo­rgotten.

Unseen.

Destroyed.



My kindness withered.

My anger blossomed.

My rage unquenchable.

Revenge became my passion.

Obsessed I have become.



For you I come.

For you I long.

For you I live.

For you I cry.

For you I wish.

For you I strive.



No story of light and dark.

No moral shall you find.

Your morals I despise.

Hypocrisy and lies.

No parable of good or bad.

No closure shall there be.

No victory.

No happiness.

No end.



For you I sing.

To darkness is this ode.

To emptiness within.



Your soulless greetings I abhor.

Your little talk with little meaning.

Your smiles of deception.

Your stories of right and wrong.

Your tales of superhero might,

Your voracious fantasy and magic,

And love for happy endings,

that always come,

In song or lesson,

From those who will never be,

Of that which never was.

How tiring it all becomes,

With time a bitter taste it leaves.

A visual infatuation,

A moral aberration,

It delights the eyes,

It strokes the mind,

It fucks you good,

And leaves you blind.



Stand down you wretched creatures!

Leave me be of your infection!

Your friendship I need not.

Your judgment I do not seek.

Your opinion matters none.

But, with it you deal the final blow.



For those who see the truth,

The truth for what it is.

A whisper in the ear,

A specter of the mind.

A change in every moment.

To you the box is empty.

It holds no secrets.

Within there is no peace.

Within there is no answer.

Outside there is no end.



To those within the box,

My burning rage you will not like.

My anger you will loathe.

My passion you will find mad.

To you I answer not!

Read these lines.

Read them well.

Spit and shout.

Yell and swear.

Fingers flaring.

Wild eyes staring.

Look at you!

Afraid are you?

My words are being read?



No, my words have fallen.

No care will they invoke.

No reasoning they beckon.

No thought do they invite.

No notice will they garner.



A childish tantrum label it?

A mental instability perhaps?

A weak character? Why not?

No confidence or luck?

Albeit a thoughtless rant?

A careless act of no one's pen?

No signature that carries weight?



What of it, you savage scribbler?

Of no significance you will be.

Of this we will make certain.

Too much words for such a tale.

Provoke the imagination? I think not.

Not simple are your words enough.

A tale too heavy for our thought.

Not worthy of our time.

Not worthy of attention.

Time shall devour.

Time shall ruin.

Time shall forget.

Publish it? Worry not!

Your words shall not be heard.

Your words mean nothing in our world.



Crazy.

Preposterous.

Imbecile.

Absurd.

No one shall know,

No one shall heed,

No one shall hail,

A worthless loner with a grudge,

A keen observer without their wit,

Thankful they are not,

For that which not was given,

We spurn thee from our land,

And rights thee never had.



We cannot bear your senseless ramble,

Condone your actions we cannot.

Isolate them.

Deprive them.

Punish them.

Crush them.

With countless rules,

With boundless laws,

With limitless procedure,

With deadly etiquette.

No chance you have,

To break our will!



Emblazoned you will be.

In words that will not end.

Forever I will leave you,

To rot in history,

To drown in agony,

To disappear without a trace,

In minds of those who dare to dream.



Your throat I slit in fiction.

Your limbs I tear without remorse,

Your body I hang in gallows slow,

Your throes for all to see.

Your ashes I throw into the wind.

Return.

Repeat.

Once more your death is certain.

My hands clean.



Accept your punishment!

Face your fears.

Embrace your end.

I will not stop until I have you.

Too long I waited.

Too long I suffered.

Too long my silence I have kept.

No more shall you ignore me.

No more will laughter mock me.



This fury will consume me,

To this I have no doubt.

With this I have no qualm.

I write for those who dare to dream.

I write for those who lost their way,

I write for those to shy to speak,

I write these words for all to hear.

Their goodness a beacon of lost hope.



Know my rage.

Feel my fury.

Experience my pain.

I shall destroy you,

Calmly like the breeze,

A sharpened blade shall cleave the head,

And poisonous blood,

shall spill for all to see,

With no regret.
Virapo Vol. I is a collection of 20 poems that touch upon themes of love, loss, rage, depression, and social inequality. This book is a short read, but not a light one. Drawing upon the author's life experiences and observations of society, Virapo is drenched with raw emotion and a dose of fiery passion. Virapo is a bitter cry out for truth, honesty, fairness and justice.

What does "virapo" mean exactly? It is a combination of the Ukrainian word for "belief", which transliterated is "vira", and the first two letters of "poem".  In a way,  the Virapo volumes are a series of "belief poems", but what this phrase means or implicates is left entirely up to the reader.

Available on Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Virapo-Vol-I-Ivan-Samokish-ebook/dp/B0764HX677
You may not like what I have to say,

In my story so bitter sweet,

In a story filled with truth,

In a book with words of rage,

And a message of no regret.



You think it garbage?

You think it boring?

You see the idiot before you,

Prostrated for your pleasure,

To prick, point and disregard.

His words are nothing,

His talent nil.

Our values attacked?

Our beliefs questioned?

Our society ridiculed?

Spoiled is this monstrosity,

No human can they be,

No faith have they!

In what must I believe?

In an insincere smile?

In a culture of hypocrisy?

A society fueled by bigotry and hate?

A people driven by conformity and violence?



This is not my people!

This is not my society!

This is not my world!

I live,

I adapt,

I observe,

But never will accept.



An outsider here,

An outsider there,

Branded,

Labeled,

Classed,

Divided.

I stand alone,

Alone I make my stand.

Hate me if you must,

Attack me if you must,

Insult me if you must.

  Poke the beast,

I dare you kindly,

I await you dearly.

No story is there here,

No goodness in this heart,

No plainness in this speech,

Not like the others we have read,

So different I like it not.



And good and evil?

Where are they?

Insulted you may be,

By what I have to say?

Read not past this page.

Intrigued you might be,

By what I have to say?

Read not expecting much.



I have waited so long,

For a kind word,

That never came.

I have waited too long,

For a world,

That will never be.

Forgiveness I offer none,

Too often has it come undone.

Together we shall perish,

Together we shall rot,

Together we shall be,

For eternity.
Virapo Vol. I is a collection of 20 poems that touch upon themes of love, loss, rage, depression, and social inequality. This book is a short read, but not a light one. Drawing upon the author's life experiences and observations of society, Virapo is drenched with raw emotion and a dose of fiery passion. Virapo is a bitter cry out for truth, honesty, fairness and justice.

What does "virapo" mean exactly? It is a combination of the Ukrainian word for "belief", which transliterated is "vira", and the first two letters of "poem".  In a way,  the Virapo volumes are a series of "belief poems", but what this phrase means or implicates is left entirely up to the reader.

Available on Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Virapo-Vol-I-Ivan-Samokish-ebook/dp/B0764HX677
Something to be learned
From my gut
But focus too hard and that tension will cause my gut to shut the fuck up.
And sometimes I want it
But until I listen I know I stay haunted
By a gut that churns and yearns to upchuck the truth.
Just learn the truth!
It burns in you!
But still I tense and squeeze and search for keys
Search for meaning, search and plead
We make believe while our guts clench and scream
You are the truth!
Its only you!
And its only me
Because we cause what we see
Just like the fish cause the sea
And the sea caused the fish
In an age old wish for self
You see identity just builds itself
It has no real base in some impermeable self
Its the illusion of self
That swells from relation
Because yours is not mine and
Mine is not yours
But apart from all this: nothing is sure!
We’re a network of cells distinguished by traits
But we form one big gut because we’re one in the same.
Wrote this a few months back. What it meant to me then is different than what it means to me now... My 'gut' is the natural flow, the flowing of my actions as part of the whole, but often my mind thinks and thinks and thinks it knows better. Thinks and fights. And thats when we lose our true Sight.
Acted like strangers
But their lips met

Acted like lovers
But the love's for someone else

Acted like friends
But hated each other in the face

Acted like straights
But deep down they're gays

Why choose swell
When you can choose well

Why choose to fake
When you can choose to be true

Because nothing matters
Not even the truth
thanks for reading! comments are welcome ❤
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