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Peculiar Apr 2019
Thrice these emotions have appeared
In the space of three minuets

Twas' a jolly day
Until the trigger came

Three O' clock it was,
Thy facade dropped

Being consistently gay for three hours,
is too much to bear upon my damaged soul

Three tears dropped,
while the third insult made itself known in thy thoughts

However, being borderline,
three more emotions came up

hate, contempt, joy

disappointment, stress, shock

Then did the clock strike 15 Hours past 10
On time did my third mental breakdown appear
Peculiar Sep 2018
Once upon a time ,
On a summer’s evening,
Did we hear the cries of a baby girl,
Coming out of her mothers womb

“O’ what such Purity!” , did the angels exclaim,
“O’ what such beauty” , did the family proclaim
God had certainly created a jewel

The child ,
Oh so virginal ,
Was carried home

And the doors were shut closed.

God’s plan ,
For this entity began

Behind closed doors did the turmoil begin
The naïve little child ,
Did not know what true love meant

Did it mean the misdeeds of her parents?
“SLAP!”
“BANG!”
“CRASH!”
Yes this is surely affectionate ,
As shown by the marks across her tender skin

Behind closed doors was the depression casted
The fragile child ,
Did not know what true happiness meant

Perhaps the feeling of escape?
Sprinting to hide under a deep void ,
To hide within her gloom
Yes , shelter , surely was happiness
For the outside world was casted out

Behind closed doors did the craziness begin
The dismal child
Did not know what true peace meant

Maybe the sensation of numbness?
As she grabbed the blade,
To cut her silicone skin
Yes , this surely is peace
As all her problems seeped onto the bathroom sink
To be washed away
Yes , this is serenity

Once upon a time ,
A child was born on a summers evening ,
Unfortunately did her soul ,
Pass away that very night.
Peculiar Jan 2019
O’ God!
Thy heart is besmirched with sorrow,
So deep,
Waves of woe tremble over thy body

O’ Lord of Light!
Forsooth, thy eyes weep
Releasing all built sorrow

O’ God,
I am breaking
Tis to much to bear!
Thy legs and arms have become limbless
O’ God what is happening to me?

I thwart life,
But why!
Why must my head be this way?

O’ God of the universe,
Help
me
Peculiar Sep 2018
Man’s leaders gathered collectively,
Dressed in opulence , oozing phony authority
Chatting amongst themselves with such languid equity

While the civilians cry in majority
Howling words containing weightless gravity,
Yelling agony as the lilies wretched out from their wounds

Adam’s children quieted in sound
“Bombs should be fired here and here!” , surely God was witness to the words of such cavity
Their egos simply blocked their ears , to the sounds of those being drowned

“No! my child , where is my child?”, Mothers yelled pleadingly
“No! my family , where is my family?” , strangers questioned with ferocity
Tears of despair left the civilians eyes , for those who left no identity

Laughter surrounded the table of fools , oblivious to such monstrosity
“Clink!” they cheer for another battle had been won with such velocity
“For the country !”  , all yell as God heard the last distressed cry of Eve’s child , submitting to famine

Surely animals with consciences would not allow this?
But Satan fulfilled his promise to god
Striving the **** sapiens away from rationality
Letting them sink deep within their egos,
That are so inflated ,
Blocking the cries of the civilians      --- Peculiar
Peculiar Dec 2019
"You are obscure!", they tell me
For how could one like another for their damage
they do not see what I see, distant lover

"To hell with those addicts!", they scream
due to the crowd not seeing deeper into your minds
missing the good parts of you

For the way you smile, laugh and stare
has me in a daze

I look past your nonsensical doings and depression
and see what I admire, the good man you are
making my heart flutter

but how could I approach you in the midst of your intoxity?
surely you mustn't remember our moments we have together
how sad, yet I still pester for your attention

yet I still yearn the love and touch of you
but confused as to when you are not straight
dear distant lover, how complicated does this have to be?
for even this poem seems chaotic
Peculiar Nov 2019
When i am within your presence i feel completed
Perhaps due to meeting in a previous life?
For the connection we have i cannot comprehend,
As to how similar you and i are...

Thus, as we delve into conversations
Thy inner vibrations that seep into my aura radiate outwards,
Allowing the both of us to reach limitless possibilities
To the Tides with it!
Thee lets down the bridges thy has built within to free these vibrations
But note,
O' friend or foe? Nay! This is not a declaration of romanticism
But rather a note of what i observe of our friendship?
For the innocent jokes, slight smiles and full cries have the biggest impact!
O' do ye not see?

Hence, i ask of you one thing!
To have patience with such a being like me for i am only human,
To grow with me as we both develop into reality,
To remember the feeling you have whenever we see each other.

Dear friend or foe?
When we distance i feel incomplete
Perhaps due to you passing away in a previous life and leaving me behind?
For the connection we had creeps upon me within the night,
Reminding me as to how similar you and i once were
Peculiar Nov 2020
Through the words you have written,
I see a broken spirit

Perhaps i could be freinds with your demons?
Hear the text through deep conversations

As the person you portray to the world is different Writer's man,
Carless, heartless, angry and chaotic

Yet Writer's man,
Your Poems show a beaten man overpowered by his inner evils and addictions.

I know this seems bizarre Writer's man,
But is it possible i fell for you as i read every line?

Our drunk moments may mean nothing to you...
But they cling to my memories

I must admit,
I am broken myself
but perhaps
we could be broken together?

Writer's man, Could i hear your dark thoughts, raw emotions and hug you on your darkest days?
Only time will tell
Peculiar Nov 2019
O!
did they not see?
How our energies came to be when together
or perhaps how,
in the midst of the crowd i noticed thee?

O?
How did beloved not perceive,
that the combing of thy hair with thee's soft hands had thyself in a damsel like mess!
or how,
Thou spoke the language of alluring thistles
to make my spirit chide itself once alone due to bewilderment

O!
You bathed me in in your cunning romance
As i heard others speak truth of your Juliet

How did i not see?

Out of darlings mouth comes out "mine"....
concerning another!

O,
Why did i helve unto your nonsensical doings?
While skinny love was away dreaming of a Shakespearean play
But i heard from the whispering of others you were finally tamed

Fool!
this poem depicts the happenings and endings of an interest that is busy dreaming of being with someone else while leading you on
Peculiar Sep 2018
Hail Lucifer!
Blind fools fall

Hail the Lord!
blind fools fall

Loons fixated upon wrong doings
Hail Lucifer!
Ego boosted

Yet can you not observe your own?
Hail Lord God!
Ego replenished

Imbeciles out casted from reason
Hail Lucifer!
God forbid them from hearing!

Curse the wicked short-sighted !
Diminish explanation ,
Vulnerability !

For blind fools cannot be re-painted
Hail demons!
Let the blind fools fall
This poem is about people who focus on everything you did wrong and swear to not see the good . Yet as they exaggerate your sins , do they not have their own? they act as if they are pure , perfect , knowledgeable yet they do the same behind closed doors. If you try to face them , they will shut you down by your wrong doings , manipulate the situation to make you feel bad , yet do they not notice they're wrongful actions? they talk to others acting pure , innocent , hurt and they listen like dogs , believing everything. These are fools . and we shall let them fall . BECAUSE if we know the truth , that is enough .
Peculiar Dec 2020
The Succulent Turkey drew my attention,
Beckoning me with its plump figure
How could i resist its alluring whispers?

Nay! I become familiar with my triggers

For its piquant facade
May curse my wild tongue
In a state like a drunk

Cease this at once! I must sway towards reason

Yet i overhear the others consume the dead brute
Munching on its Crisp outer skin,
while sipping on fresh gin

O, how plush the meat is! My body trembles

Woe to my eyes! Hail my sense
As its aroma tempts my stomach into hysteria
Breaking my barriers!

Halt! I cannot control myself!

My hand hovers above the Corpse
Yes, It is a feast in the name of Jesus,
its point to please us
However i cannot continue
to over-indulge, i must flee!

My reasoning for this,
some may comprehend

I confess to the lord i am gluttonous
Everyday I struggle to cope with my habits
Every swallow of good shoves the melancholy down
temporarily,
Thus, the cycle continues.

I witness this day as the birth of Jesus Christ
Yet this celebration
I musn't take part in.
Peculiar Sep 2018
As I held you cupped in my hands
My little Robin
Did I notice the wounds
The bruises

Had I held on too long?
For a meager bird does not belong in cramped spaces
But how could I learn to let you go?
A bird so grandiose
So sumptuous

As I observe more
My little robin
Did I notice then the damage caused by me
God created you to be set free
Is your wings not designed to launch?
To blow you with the wind,
Home?

Yet I enclose your purpose
With my hands
Am I selfish for wanting to stay a little longer,
My little robin?

Yet you fidget within my grasp
Wanting to fly,
Home

I guess this where I say goodbye
I am sorry,
My little Robin
For the casualty I have caused

I am not your home
I realise and so
My hands,
Fingertips
Slowly unravel

Little Robin you spread your wings,
And take off
Taking a piece of my heart with you,
Home
This is about a person i have encountered in my life . I have named her after a Robin. After meeting this certain individual did i notice i am not the best fit for her . we both are different , complete opposites yet i am drawn to her even after i realize holding on will do more damage than letting go. I am sorry to this particular robin , for the hurt i caused by simply trying to hold onto the weak string between us. Sorry for the damage i caused to this particular Robin. you set yourself free . i realize its for the best. GoodBye Robin , it was nice meeting you.
Peculiar Sep 2018
I bear witness to the lies
As they roll off the blackened tongue
The forged talk

I bear witness to the distortion
The talk of slander while accompanied with others
O’ LORD GOD do they not observe the deception?
Instead they accept illusive perception
O’ LORD GOD protect the ears of those who listen!

I bear witness to the dishonesty
Satan Forbid those who speak lies to accept
Instead they hide behind a mask of phony
Scamper towards shelter made of baloney

May all be forgiven to those who lie
Those disguised authentic
Are all hypocrites
Forgive them LORD ALL MIGHTY

May all be forgiven to those who listen
Ears perked as the whispers utter
Credulous minds
Gullible ears
Forgive them LORD ALL MIGHY

Save them all from the shackles
Release the bounds
AMEN we say AMEN!
This poem takes the form of a prayer concerning liars who hurt others
Peculiar Sep 2018
Scorn at honesty
Sprint to deceit
Is it hard to accept reality?

Believe lies told by others
Build your delusive perception
For your mind will downfall not knowing all

Accept others assumptions
Therein they know all , do they not?

Submit your mind onto falsehood
As you distract yourself from reality
The unrevealing truth

I have spoken authenticity
You hear the toxicity

So let your mind wander
Around myth and deformity,
Around what I am not
For you are your own destruction
As you let your mind cloud with rage and resentment
Others will always have a perception of you that is not true , no matter how many times you explain yourself they go believe lies and dishonest opinions . they build an image of you which is not true , and it does hurt to see people you care about , carry an toxic image of you that is not true via i wrote this poem .
Peculiar Jan 2019
Glowering upon my counterpart
Within the wonted mirror,
I gaze in frequently
O’ did I see a foreigner
This stranger had drooping eye’s that held…
Nothing,
It was as if I was gazing at a sociopath,
Not capable of feeling
Perhaps it was the life she was tired of living?
Emotions swirling deeply for years that now…
All that bottled felt indifferent,
She had become numb
Strangely, I could almost hear her thoughts,
“Why even try God?”
“What Is my purpose? All I am used is for cleaning!”

Yet I looked upon myself,
A girl who had precious dreams of becoming a world-known athlete
Then I looked back into the mirror and saw the foreigner,
Overweight, unhealthy, tired, suicidal

Perhaps foreigner, we are the same person.
Peculiar Sep 2018
This particular soul
Doomed to endure eternal love

This particular soul
Cursed by the mourning dove

This particular soul,
Wretches under the spell

“BIND IT , WOVE IT !” , They screamed
Poor entity
Bedevilled by such enchantments

And so,

The spirit shivered , raw to much affection,
So it seeped ,
Like cushioned paint oozing from the tin

So then,

Strings of passion , fondness yearned out of the shell
Clinging onto ,
Partial Juliet’s  
For much love is too much to bear
Alone
Wherein the entity feared most

Therein ,

The soul shared love openly
Why may you ask?
The fear of loving one so intensely
Would leave him alone , broken and densely

So it makes sense to the broken wreck ,
To fraction his emotion
As the fears of loving oneself,
And another,
Whole heartedly ,

May crush this particular soul
He is cursed with too much love , it breaks him to hold it all inside and so he attaches onto others .
Peculiar Dec 2020
It is so easy
to take the pills,
overdose
and as consequence, kills.

Yet i am here
writing this poem,
dissociating
feeling beyond broken.

I hang on to life
like a thread,
i may loose my balance
the worrying thus spreads.

As i wobble, tremble and struggle
to find my stability,
the thread gets thinner
I may fall critically.

Who would save me?
i cannot look down
or anywhere

i am bound,

To my worries, fears and tears
silly hopes, dreams and lies
past, present and future.
Peculiar Dec 2020
Lord how do i continue?
Thy carries the freight of past horrors and future possibilities,
Upon my shoulders
Such a sense of disquietude.

I may fall due to this Lord of Light!
as every step i take on this tightrope,
flashbacks of dreadful memories come back
putting me off balance!
Nay!

I must take a step back,
or two
or fall!

Put me out of my misery Lord of mercy!
As i wobble on this rope,
trying to find my balance
How!
When their is nothing beyond this tightrope!

Lord!
All i observe into the distance is fog!
the future is bleak for me if i continue
on this tightrope!

Hail the Lord of Forgiveness!
looking behind me i see fog
what if i just jump?
from this tightrope
Peculiar Nov 2020
Odd, is it not?
Our moments, or am i wrong?
Drunk moments turned to love?
Or lust?

How is it that you cannot see,
I yearn for stability
Yet here you are,
Coming and going?

What we seek in each other i cannot tell
As we speak slurred words of deep thoughts,
that turn to passionate touch

Odd, is it not?
That i want something wrong?
Moments of being a drunk,
Can it turn to Love?
Peculiar Feb 2019
To my knowledge there holds three parts to a story,
The truth, Theirs and your own
However how may i distinguish between the tales,
to search for the objective reality.

I reason, the accounts that have been shared to me,
One contradicting the other
undoubtedly, my mind shadows with subjectivity,
Holding perceptions of people i thought i knew.

Though, no one knows not the secrets people hold when alone,
the thoughts and actions they silently ponder upon
Yet we do not notice the facade one puts on when entering the outside world.

Thus, do we really know what is and what isn't?
when everything is and isn't?

So, What is the probable conclusion?

When one side of the story claims absolute morality,
but another mirrors?

"He ***** me in the marriage and forced my tongue closed"
yet,
"She pinched our baby for my attention and manipulated me into the marriage by having babies"
But, from a third party,
"She did not care for none but herself and would go to any means necessary"

Hence, when questioned by each,
contradictions begin,
one word against the other.

But the majority do not know the effect it has to my mind,
As the paranoia stems deeper
and my depression takes over.

— The End —