#unorthodox
To fulfill a psychopath’s pleasurable dream while under psychological stress is rather an unorthodox way to keep your mind ******* on tight.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 4:19 AM UTC
If you can't understand
or at least comprehend
shut down your opinions
and don't condescend
A mind that's so sure
no room for a doubt
critique is too easy
the easy way out
If it doesn't fit
within your small frame
it maybe bout time
to expand it again
Don't shovel the crap
but think out of the box
just because it's not clear
but unorthodox
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
"*It’s not hard to create, not harder than it is to cremate. Destroy to rebuild, who gave me the right to relate? I’ll deploy the guilt, it’s who lives inside this ribcage. Authority within, Apology missing… Feeling a bit under the weather lately, maybe coz I’m feeling lit about what matters innately. What’s the next poem, where’s my nest home, what’s the last hope? I’m vexed, so let me ask the Pope, are you the best? Nope. Or should I turn it into a rope and pray? Can’t do that without thinking of the hangings, it hurts so I clear my throat…
nay, can’t do that when you’re sinking from the angering. I’m recluse so I
put my faith on my Refuge piously and conclude. The page is now my deluge and the siren is left confused…*"
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
Do you ever just wonder?
And sit there and ponder
What life would have been like
If we would have all been alike
Oh it would cause so much damage
Even though it seems like the perfect image
Everyone saying the same thing
Wearing all the same bling
Oh it would be bittersweet
Because everything would seem so complete
Yet it would cause so much confusion
Almost like an allusion
So one should step out of the box
And become unorthodox
Do you ever just wonder?
And sit there and ponder
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
confessions from
a cerebral inkwell
hemorrhaging the
paradox of spilled
holy water blessed
in unorthodox
black lace.
||shoo.shu ||
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Can you see my efforts?
I guess you can't
I was there in your darkest hours
But you didn't see me
My presence?
All over that place
I tried to decipher
Yet you don't want me to
I tried to pick you up
Yet you rejected my hand
I try everything to make you smile
Yet you keep on thinking negative things
When will this ever end? When? Answer me
I guess, it's all you,
You've been faking it all along
A mist traveling on it's own.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Here's to the normal days.
The days you didn't get dumped.
The days you didn't cry.
The days you didn't meet the love of your life.
The days you didn't go out on an enormous adventure.
Here's to the days no one writes poems about.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
"It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you,"
but seriously don't you want to?
I'm giving you permission,
I'm giving you the go.
Because all I want to know is who you are,
along with what you fear, what you love, what makes you smile and laugh.
And in the end it's ok if you want to let me go,
I'll treasure every moment we spend together even if you don't.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC