#antithesis
poets had their head full of love
tho they mistook it for eternal misery
i instead am the antithesis
cause grief won’t act as such
it creeps on you
and covers your view
preventing you from feeling
and leaving you reeling
it’s a feeling in the stomach
that for lone minds like mine
is seen as fleeing wings
rupturing my insides
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
i love how,
antithesis our souls are,
yet so in love.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
I call him the devil because he makes me wanna sin
Every time he knocks on the door,
I can’t help but let him in
I know it’s wrong to appease his call,
Though in the end, I know I will fall
Save me from this place,
As though I will amount to more than a mere disgrace
He’s here, though not really
Comes and goes in phases,
Leading me on and hooking me in
So this cycle will yet again spin
Breaks me but makes me;
Every antithesis
Falling apart; holds me together
Leave him, yet I stay
Love him, but hate it
Despise him, lost in this high
Coming down is painful
the hurt and sadness ensues,
Bringing back the mundane,
Meaningless life I see ahead;
The reality I am destined to pursue
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
They say cleanliness is next to god, but those who prosper follow the tracks left in mud.
Born pristine, on a parallel wavelength, all is one. Told to go wrong, to fit in, to reach the next level.
Arms stretching, reaching for glory. Stepping on heads, hating those below me.
Laughing, ridicule, destruction of value. Man made standards, paper idols. Please give me value.
If Jesus is leader and Satan a demon, then who do I look to if my masters are evil?
And when my meaning is compromised and shoved in the dirt, why must I sin to replace my hurt?
Inverted letters. Darkened faces. The contrast of what’s pushed forward.
Although this can’t be it, I still lack a logic to morals.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
The sweet acid of love that pours when you depart
It wreaks a joyful havoc in the corners of my heart
Never have I witnessed such immense pains and pleasures
Then the ones I witness with you, my treasure.
This golden feeling of bliss, when you are around
I cannot fix to anything that people have found
But you stupefy with a sweet and warm fondness
And leave behind the wildest fire craving for a goddess.
The calamity hasn’t come until you have left
It softly creeps up the veins to commit the coldest theft
Leaving this fiery vessel floating on a frozen lake
Trying from his deepest reserves to not flake…
…and freeze.
But then I see, touch, hear and feel you close again
I rejoice in the most noble and pure sentiment, a refrain
So delightful even the coldest fires will respark, with a flame,
So bright, the darkest demons of the mind will blind, AND FOR ALL, I BLAME…
…my Love for you.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Pain gets passed along a chain,
from You to Me
from Me to Him
and now we're all sat here
upset for the same reason.
But this wasn't the bonds i hoped for
or the ties I wished to make or keep.
Try to break the cycle,
but apologies just won't cut it,
for goodness sake, too weak
She couldn't love You,
You couldn't love Me,
I couldn't love Him.
Don't you wish you could
go back to the beginning?
But where do you start in a circle?
A ring has no beginning or ending
it's everlasting,
that's why it's a symbol for Love,
so if I can't exchange it
maybe in verse I can
inverse all of the above
He loved Me,
I loved You
and You loved Her
and loves a beautiful thing,
and I hope one day soon
we'll all be able to
love ourselves too,
truely deep within
and on that day perhaps
this chain will cut us some slack,
we'll be facing the right way
and will be able to see Love
and give it back.
Cause the thing about chains,
they can run either way,
joy gets passed along too
during happier days
and they will come,
surely as this chain
remains undone.
Name's Bond, Chains Bond
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
He speaks in clichés and I only speak in antithesis.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
It's a confusing puzzle,
But still holds true:
You can't live with me;
I can't live without you.
Life is but a journey,
I chose to go through with you;
But now that you won't have me,
It's hard for me to continue.
Fate is a bitter cruel harpy,
With her sisters she conspires
For the death of my Love,
As your Love for me transpires!
Hope is a painful therapy,
It burns while nursing Time's stabs;
But the scars strengthen Experience,
As it assists to keep Reason's tabs.
Love and Reason are antithesis,
That can't co-exist;
But their affinity is such
That to be together they persist.
Perfection in Love is when
There is room for Reason;
But when Reason and Logic court,
Love calls it Treason!
Love is unfair and immature,
And still as pure as a dove;
But there's no use of Reason,
With the death of Love.
This poem is an analogy:
Which in life stands true;
It's no use of me loving you,
If there's no hope for you to love me too.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC