#dispassionate
what a noble endeavour
to always appear measured
to never loose you cool
I've been through it all
the turbulent sea
the loss and apathy
yet I still remain
not quite the same
not quite insane
but getting there
wherever that may be
across the same sea
I was never a strong swimmer
not what you'd call a winner
but who needs medals
or other precious metals
they will only weigh you down
how heavy is the crown
I abdicate my throne
would rather be alone
you may not think of me as clever
but noble is my endeavour
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
There is an artist in me
Staring despondently
Lost and in disparity
They say you stare at the void
And it stares back at you
But here there be a blank canvas
Just as blank as me too.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 5:24 AM UTC
Some days I feel like an empty shell
A dead man walking the depths of hell
I try so hard to feel something there
But its all empty, nothing but cold and fear
I am a stranger trapped in my own skin
There's something dark crawling from within
I look inside to find out whats wrong
Turns out I've lost myself for so long
Didn't even notice what was missing
Felt all lost and aching,
Why and what though?
These are questions that needs answering...
Some days I don't feel like moving,
But as they say,
If you're already in hell, just keep going.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
The language of Los Angeles
gets lost in translation.
Even the rain clouds
drop their contents
with an unfamiliar accent.
The peculiar way
she tilts her head,
the distinct way
she crosses her legs,
are every bit incorrect.
The uninvolved way
she sits, steps, speaks,
alludes to her lack
of the irrepressible nature
surrounding her day.
"The rest is rust
and stardust."
She is quite
American.
There is no turning of the shadow
under a European sun.
The silence of her heart,
the stillness in her limbs,
is barren, muted,
her leaves brittle.
In the breezy part
of the afternoon,
her core lay hollow
and unfelt,
regardless of...
He wakes her,
demurely she makes
an effort at soixante-neuf,
arbitrarily she bends for him.
"Her dream-gray gaze
never flinches."
She is quite
American.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
On a journey now, am I hurriedly,
to the center within myself,
where I haven't ever tried to enter,
but has a yen to reach effortlessly
at an hour earliest, I can.
I can see how curious you are,
all dressed up and ready to go,
but strange, not going anywhere!
Will you show me the way
as you are dispassionate and calm;
I gather our partnership surely should work!
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
Sad songs had their place
In the coming of age,
My songs sound the same
The sound, blase
Sad songs had their place
In the coming of age,
My songs sound the same
My songs are blase.
The answers I need, who do I ask?
Where's my fire?
Where's my immediacy?
The roof is overhead.
The walls surround my bed.
Food in the fridge.
Necessary electricity.
The ends I seek, where do I ask?
Where's my fire?
Where's my face in smoke and mirror?
Sad songs had their place
In the coming of age,
My songs sound the same
My songs are blase.
Where's my face in smoke and mirror?
Where's my face in smoke and mirror?
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
Anxious, strained, agitated, placid, still, dispassionate
Reference the DSM and of its many pages
Ask ad infinitum, Will you heal schism?
Lines of my shape in shade
seem monstrous when
I've been your part and whole
well before your birth
Not long ago you were
pale, semen-white
I breathed over
your mother's neck
I painted canvas
with color
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
We will pay to ****
but not to save.
We will give the bill,
to who we ****
and let them
dig their
own grave.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC