#denying
I feel I'm stuck outside your heart
Only a window to peek through
Glass is smudged and *****
Limiting view
But from what little eyes can make out
Appears that you are asleep
Begin to worry my presence
A gift not good enough to keep
I wish I heard sounds of you breathing
The night's silence hits hard
Slicing deeper than freshly sharpened blades
Caught off-guard
As if on cue-starts to rain
Descending eagerly from the sky
Wait in wet clothes for you to wake up
Widening each weary eye
Winds of uncertainty blow a bit stronger
Hinting future unseen
Daybreak an eternity away
Forced suspension in dismal scene
Unanticipated impatience
For mornings golden glow
Familiar warmth expected to emerge
Your shoulder is still cold as snow
My hopes eventually are destroyed
Denial ripped like a band-aid
Glance directly at me standing there
It's as if there is an invisible barricade
Your expression easy to read
Written on face loud and clear
No denying you are aware of my position
You pretend not to notice I'm here
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
If the truth is a lie,
Does that make a lie the truth?
Or is it simply denial?
Another example of the mind
Trying to find meaning
When it comes across something
It doesn't understand?
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
For love it is a wretched word,
It does not sit well in my mouth.
Opposed to me in twos and thirds,
Consumes my brain in doubt.
For it keeps lingering ominously,
I do feel it in my skull,
Stuck, jarring sounds, cacophony,
My mind remaining dull.
And harsh it is to feel the sting,
A wasp crawled up my arm,
What ebbing state, vile thing,
Light up my thoughts in alarm.
But you are seen more in light,
Than darkness is to say.
I clench my fists in noble fight,
But you will not go away.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
mental asylum
shielding snowflake fantasies
from reality
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
I do think someone who adamantly denies themselves would
Possibly write a poem judging others for reading
Their poem
But wouldn’t that be denying others
Not them?
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
out of everyone
it could've been anyone
but i was chosen for this task that no one wants.
as i walk to the door
i wonder why
as i turn the ****
i wonder why
as the dreaded creak means my entrance is now
i wonder
why.
dragged in here
i float
as i hear people scream
defending their side
i just can't decide
but maybe they aren't screaming
i think that might be me
because of the pain it brings
when they pull me in their opposite directions..
until i fall apart
but i was never really together.
raw in pieces
they keep giving me evidence
to prove that they are right
right about me
i guess i'm the guest
that doesn't want to be here
but they sure feel like unwanted guests
inside my head.
"she's a girl"
"he's a boy"
"because of this"
"because of that"
this can't be true
that can't be true
i'm just an observer
in this court room
but then why am i in the center?
i'm was picked at random,
the chosen one
and i really wish i wasn't.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Is it true Socrates
was a decadent
and Plato and such
followed his footsteps?
The old guy said,
I didn't know
so just shrugged
my young shoulders,
vita negatores
the old guy muttered,
he lit his cigarette
and sat back
in his chair,
the whole
of Christian philosophy
is of that ilk he said,
I thought of Natanya
undressed in that
London hotel room
saying I am all yours
to devour
soft fruits and all,
only the Jews
had a life affirmation
the old guy went on
in between puffs
of his ***
affermazione
della vita he said,
Natanya embraced me
her arms drawing me
closer into her fruits
and her garden
and I her Adam,
when you die
the old guy said
hold tight to your
last breath as a gesture
of affirmation of life
don't be
a Socrates type,
I nodded
and the memory
of Natanya
disappeared
and I was sitting there
with the old guy
bored to ****
as I feared.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
Come fix my soul
It’s dark inside
The pain cuts deep
It’s hard to hide
Behind this mask
I’ve tried so hard
But I look within
And I’m still scarred
My arms bleed red
My eyes still sting
From dried up tears
And suffering
Come fix my soul
It’s dark inside
I cannot handle
How much I’ve cried
You say you care
Yet I still deny
No matter how many
Times you try
I can’t believe
In what you see
Cause all I see
Is filth in me
Come fix my soul
It’s dark inside
I’m still alive
Yet I feel I’ve died
I’m dying
I’m dying
I’m dying
I’m dead
From all the demons
Inside my head
Bring back my soul
Cause I have died
You might fail
But at least you tried
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC