#malady
between dreams and reality
i set a goal to cure this world of its maladies
i study the great malaise
plaguing the minds of those
who seek to desire.
a flash of greed,
a glass half empty with turmoil
i retch at the philosophies
tied to the few
with visions tainted by smoke
and their souls ripping apart from its sins
yet despite my sufferings
between dreams and reality
i become aware of my being
and i choose
to live
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 1:54 AM UTC
Maybe, just maybe
Mother Nature
has selected us
for extinction?
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 8:18 PM UTC
Am sticking with poetry
Hoping it be necessary
Whenever I write it seeming like a remedy
My soul ushered with liberty
Serving my mind tranquility
My eyes made open to the sweetness of the melody
Extinguishing severe malady
I start to taste truth hidden in written fallacy
Glancing through my dictionary
Sapping words consistently
Poetry unviels these and more occasionally
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC
corona
naked
dilemma
malady
dying
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 10:16 PM UTC
At 10:30,
Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark,
The moon is pale, still brighten as diamond spark,
At the tree, an owl hoots, at surface dogs barks.
Sudden,
I heed, the sound of footsteps appears from the street,
exults my isolated heart.
My soul sing, my body dance,
the longing ends, desperate for having my lover's glance.
O! the perfume of him that mingled in air , I feel ,
O! the sound of his gentle cough , I am acquitanced.
O ! The heavenly night with him, that I will deal.
But O despair heart , you knit the misassumption.
The perfume you smell, the steps you hear ,
Just fictionary dreams and false perceptions.
Oh ! Control your glistening tears.
Yet, loose you satraches arm , blink your awaitful sight ,
The lover of yours , cannot reach here in the darkened night.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
Stick my veins with pins and needles
Fill my blood with poison
They'll pretend not to notice the ever growing circles under my eyes
Or how my skin get paler with each passing day
Let them pretend
Let them whisper their concerns behind closed doors
Open me wide and fill me with malady
Take up your knife with a close precision
And cut me out of my body
Let my spirit rest in the stars
Take away my earthly pains
With your head held high
And the bittersweet taste of indifference on your lips
(Bitter for me, sweet for you.)
Pour death into my bones,
Don't cease or falter when my eyes flutter shut and my lungs seize up
Let my heart beat slow and my mind go numb.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
Drops of rain engulf the space around me. Burdening my jacket with their fleeting composition. I stare to the clouds with eyes so empty.
Eyes so hollow from this eternal case of melancholia.
My hearts sinks to the catacombs, and there is shall remain.
Stuck in yesterday, yet dreaming of tomorrow. I feel the growing pains as it wishes to escape. To be free of the malady of being alone. To find the one who can nurture it for eternity.
The sun pierces the clouds, reminding me to breathe. Reminding me to smile. To love. I can't deny this beckoning. This call to arms. For even in the dark you must follow your heart. Through atrophy, through apathy, I choose to carry on. Though the path is lost, and full of challenges, I will not give in to the anguish that lies within.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
Amour... This incurable Doleful Malady...
Spreading Deep into my Veins...
Setting up the most beautiful Tragedy...
Making me irresistible to my strains...
there's a proverb about this Reality...
You oughta suffer, if you're seeking Joy...
though I am welcoming this lethal Agony...
with all its beauties, with all its Annoys...
...
this Sickness with no Remedy...
Left me at your hands, the only Healing...
might be an unaware act of insanity...
loving this Despondent feeling...
like an open scar it burns, but it burns lovelily...
Makes me look insane loving this Woe...
but I'm having you as the Solace of my Malady...
Though I am sure Relief will soon Glow...
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
I am your disease,
every time I come around you vanish me
in every cry whimper or sneeze
I am the ****** in side your head
you are to scared to embrace
I am the horns of the devil
and the smile upon the angels face
I am the dream you cant control
I am the drug that makes you go
we've turned into the monster
that we fought not to be
deep in a darkened whole
black eyes no longer see
burning bridges
perceptive imperfection
a left hand turn
in the right direction
I am your release
everything you want you take from me
echoing your disease
all you are and all you will ever be
elapse relapse reprise your demise
I am the horns of the devil redesigned
objects perplex reflect there subjects
I'm the smile upon the angels face
you are the moral in my dark soul
the purpose to be found
a voice tells you to let go
it's more beautiful 6 feet underground
laying in bed dreams of voluntary aggression
upon waking disappointing depression
or are we being naive now, thought dissection
deflect suspect rejects, infection perfection
who will even see the things we create
think it's great to annihilate the whole human race
debilitating thoughts not knowing how to feel
like naive dogs lost without there master
treasure pain, because without pain
there is no pleasure hit the main vain
insanly refrain from the mundain strain
bane lame thoughts plains of blood stains
I'm asking not knowing what is real
conditions of contradiction & elusive entities
entanglement of putrid bodies
in a mind stricken by poverty
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC