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"afflicts" poems
The distant hollow of the high mountain pass swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward across the evergreens outstretched dimming, beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight, each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure The lazy days of summer escape unbounded, nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before; evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld and the memory of the fragrance they exhale The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied by the truths a human heart beholds A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea; the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering to the poignant passing moment's beauty, the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now Lost in the undeniable certainty life's imminent season's change Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss... A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell, summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles, time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache of a harsh grey winter loneliness Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots but cannot sever their sacred grasp But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's inevitable tightening tether hence — to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward as it slips down through the firwood shadows; illuminating other faraway latitudes far beyond the distant horizon skies The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ... someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
Each Sunset Leans Farther Southward
The distant hollow of the high mountain pass swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward across the evergreens outstretched dimming, beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight, each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure The lazy days of summer escape unbounded, nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before; evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld and the memory of the fragrance they exhale The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied by the truths a human heart beholds A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea; the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering to the poignant passing moment's beauty, the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now Lost in the undeniable certainty life's imminent season's change Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss... A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell, summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles, time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache of a harsh grey winter loneliness Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots but cannot sever their sacred grasp But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's inevitable tightening tether hence — to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward as it slips down through the firwood shadows; illuminating other faraway latitudes far beyond the distant horizon skies The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ... someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
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I was foretold, your rebell *** Nor love, nor pitty knew; And with what scorn you use to vex Poor hearts that humbly sue; Yet I believ’d, to crown our pain, Could we the fortress win, The happy Lover sure should gain A Paradise within: I thought Loves plagues, like Dragons sate, Only to fright us at the gate. But I did enter, and enjoy What happy Lovers prove; For I could kiss, and sport, and toy, And taste those sweets of love; Which had they but a lasting state, Or if in Celia’s brest The force of love might not abate, Jove were too mean a guest. But now her breach of faith, farre more Afflicts, than did her scorn before. Hard fate! to have been once possest, As victor, of a heart Atchiev’d with labour, and unrest, And then forc’d to depart. If the stout Foe will not resigne When I besiege a Town, I lose, but what was never mine; But he that is cast down From enjoy’d beauty, feels a woe, Only deposed Kings can know.
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A Deposition From Love
All wise and knowing seer of Delphi, Oracle I beg thee tell me, What enchanting malady afflicts my mortal soul? It churns my stomach like as butter, pangs my heart and makes it flutter, Spins my thoughts so rapidly, I lose all self-control; A wildly spinning vortex and I lose all self-control. Striking deeply, sharp blades whirring, thrusting madly, twisting, turning, Searing pain that scorches, burning, brings me to despair; Silently it tracks and trails me, pouncing when my courage fails me, Oracle, what sickness ails me? Save me from its snare; Oh wise and noble Oracle, what has me in its snare? Mortal fool, be still and listen, I espied you in a vision, Ancient magic has arisen from the depths of hell; Crafted in the Devil's furnace, cunningly it seeks to burn its Way into your soul, I've seen this, none can break its spell; It knows your every weakness and you cannot break its spell. You must succumb and do it swift, or e'er your soul will be adrift, Held captive in the Devil's rift, your mind will split asunder; Your struggle will be fought in vain, eternal doom in endless pain, Relent or e'er you'll feel its bane, your soul it comes to plunder; You must relent and let it in, or feel its wrathful thunder. Oh Oracle, all wise and knowing, fear inside me keeps on growing, I can sense a chill wind blowing, filling me with dread; Although your words seem strange and hollow, I submit and gladly follow, For I know the God Apollo guides the path you tread; Wise Apollo takes your hand and guides the path you tread. -- What sweet exquisite joy I'm feeling, giddily my head is reeling, Days have passed and find me kneeling at my sweethearts feet; Oh Oracle, I will not tarry, asking her if she will marry, Saving me from malady, she makes my soul complete; She drives away the malady and makes my soul complete.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
The Devil's Curse
All wise and knowing seer of Delphi, Oracle I beg thee tell me, What enchanting malady afflicts my mortal soul? It churns my stomach like as butter, pangs my heart and makes it flutter, Spins my thoughts so rapidly, I lose all self-control; A wildly spinning vortex and I lose all self-control. Striking deeply, sharp blades whirring, thrusting madly, twisting, turning, Searing pain that scorches, burning, brings me to despair; Silently it tracks and trails me, pouncing when my courage fails me, Oracle, what sickness ails me? Save me from its snare; Oh wise and noble Oracle, what has me in its snare? Mortal fool, be still and listen, I espied you in a vision, Ancient magic has arisen from the depths of hell; Crafted in the Devil's furnace, cunningly it seeks to burn its Way into your soul, I've seen this, none can break its spell; It knows your every weakness and you cannot break its spell. You must succumb and do it swift, or e'er your soul will be adrift, Held captive in the Devil's rift, your mind will split asunder; Your struggle will be fought in vain, eternal doom in endless pain, Relent or e'er you'll feel its bane, your soul it comes to plunder; You must relent and let it in, or feel its wrathful thunder. Oh Oracle, all wise and knowing, fear inside me keeps on growing, I can sense a chill wind blowing, filling me with dread; Although your words seem strange and hollow, I submit and gladly follow, For I know the God Apollo guides the path you tread; Wise Apollo takes your hand and guides the path you tread. -- What sweet exquisite joy I'm feeling, giddily my head is reeling, Days have passed and find me kneeling at my sweethearts feet; Oh Oracle, I will not tarry, asking her if she will marry, Saving me from malady, she makes my soul complete; She drives away the malady and makes my soul complete.
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Rubbing sharp sleep from tender eyelids Unable to see clearly yet Already the heady, green desire afflicts me Pleasurable thoughts swirling around an exhausted brain Yesterday was difficult Tomorrow no better My tin full up of sticky sweet African mango Going no where Sliding softly into all my sore spots Just what I needed To start my morning
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 5:43 AM UTC
Wake n Bake
The things Ive seen have brought about the things I aspire to be. Yes she inspires me to be all I can be. Tho, my actions are unpleasant today. I hope she understands tomorrow. I hope she comprehends my actions and statements like the lady that's long left this nation. She knew me better than me now no one can see this pain that afflicts me. The voices that drive my mental, insanity, is the answer to the question they haven't asked. Long ago in past I meditated on my sanity in hopes the facued of being normal would last. Self medication takes place when the ice hits the glass and the taste of ***** and codiene numbs me face. Tho now when I see her face feelings of love take place. I love this girl tho it hurts me. I see the anguish in her face sadly I have placed it deep inside of her heart. Though one day like alchemy I'll make love from the pain. I wish to extend my days with her, because I can't explain the extent of my happiness when I'm with her. Tho she's yet to truly know me the different personalities within me. The dreadful things I've seen, the caged beast that lives in my words, the worries of life, the twist and turns of my brain, the differences in each name. Mentally my brain is split in three, tho, physically there's only me. So she cannot see; that the poet brings peace to me, Jay is a few pieces of me the good the bad and the ugly that's what most people see, Jaykhuan is at the root of me the grimey, the dreams of people shooting at me, worse than the ***** I'm expected to be, and still smarter than the ****** trying to flex on me. So you see Jpoetry mends these words of pain sewing them on a string to stitch beauty in my brain. Jay always escapes but I hate for Jaykhuan to get out his cage. The criminal who hides the pain. Tho at night she soothes me happily. I've finally found what happiness can be her life and family bring happiness to me. So motions of devotion grow strong in my heart, but my heart hurts because I've caused pain to her. Tho willingly I'll endure to ensure that our lives will be drawn out successfully. I'll endure her pain the silent tears in her name, and hope the grand scheme of things won't turn her away. The drugs in my vains take away my pain, but can't numb the disappointment in her face. So I hope, pray, and believe that she'll learn me so she can see, can understand the actions that overtake me are not just for me but for us. It breaks me when her anger makes her cuss. Tho for us I'll remain tough so down the line this love will bring love to both of us
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
The Inner Truth
The things Ive seen have brought about the things I aspire to be. Yes she inspires me to be all I can be. Tho, my actions are unpleasant today. I hope she understands tomorrow. I hope she comprehends my actions and statements like the lady that's long left this nation. She knew me better than me now no one can see this pain that afflicts me. The voices that drive my mental, insanity, is the answer to the question they haven't asked. Long ago in past I meditated on my sanity in hopes the facued of being normal would last. Self medication takes place when the ice hits the glass and the taste of ***** and codiene numbs me face. Tho now when I see her face feelings of love take place. I love this girl tho it hurts me. I see the anguish in her face sadly I have placed it deep inside of her heart. Though one day like alchemy I'll make love from the pain. I wish to extend my days with her, because I can't explain the extent of my happiness when I'm with her. Tho she's yet to truly know me the different personalities within me. The dreadful things I've seen, the caged beast that lives in my words, the worries of life, the twist and turns of my brain, the differences in each name. Mentally my brain is split in three, tho, physically there's only me. So she cannot see; that the poet brings peace to me, Jay is a few pieces of me the good the bad and the ugly that's what most people see, Jaykhuan is at the root of me the grimey, the dreams of people shooting at me, worse than the ***** I'm expected to be, and still smarter than the ****** trying to flex on me. So you see Jpoetry mends these words of pain sewing them on a string to stitch beauty in my brain. Jay always escapes but I hate for Jaykhuan to get out his cage. The criminal who hides the pain. Tho at night she soothes me happily. I've finally found what happiness can be her life and family bring happiness to me. So motions of devotion grow strong in my heart, but my heart hurts because I've caused pain to her. Tho willingly I'll endure to ensure that our lives will be drawn out successfully. I'll endure her pain the silent tears in her name, and hope the grand scheme of things won't turn her away. The drugs in my vains take away my pain, but can't numb the disappointment in her face. So I hope, pray, and believe that she'll learn me so she can see, can understand the actions that overtake me are not just for me but for us. It breaks me when her anger makes her cuss. Tho for us I'll remain tough so down the line this love will bring love to both of us
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Bright-eyed and bold With dreams that unfold Artless, naïve and hopeful A certain unease, that shifts with the breeze Afflicts you You think that bliss Doesn’t come with just a kiss But to other lands you fly In your mind, unsatisfied Such discontentment inside Wishing…. Wishing for walks, for long midnight talks The hearth of a snowbound cabin Mysterious scenes from a cinema screen Fill your mind If I could make all your dreams come true And take you to Heaven – I would You’d still be wishing for more Always unsettled, unsure Wishing… wishing… Wishing for grace, a moonlit embrace Tears bathing hands at parting A silk-curtained room, and the finest perfumes Are your due When you survey your reality It makes you turn away, away You grow detached day by day Wishing for what - you can’t say
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
Madame Bovary (song lyrics)
944 I learned—at least—what Home could be— How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn Round our new Fireside—but for this— This pattern—of the Way— Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip Of a Celestial Sea— What Mornings in our Garden—guessed— What Bees—for us—to hum— With only Birds to interrupt The Ripple of our Theme— And Task for Both— When Play be done— Your Problem—of the Brain— And mine—some foolisher effect— A Ruffle—or a Tune— The Afternoons—Together spent— And Twilight—in the Lanes— Some ministry to poorer lives— Seen poorest—thro’ our gains— And then Return—and Night—and Home— And then away to You to pass— A new—diviner—care— Till Sunrise take us back to Scene— Transmuted—Vivider— This seems a Home— And Home is not— But what that Place could be— Afflicts me—as a Setting Sun— Where Dawn—knows how to be—
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
Whence comes thy ill? Thy brooding bitter pill Ploughed deep in fertile soil, sprouting to seed Snake-like tendrils crawling to sprawl and spill, Choking lush verdant fields with poisoned **** Wilted young peaches, withered pears dying, Irises blinded, red chrysanthemums Faded to white, strewn petals borne on sighing Dark fitful clouds rend'ring the landscape numb; Oh bitter pill, thy loathsome poisoned thrill Afflicts one tainted by unsated need To wilt and wither, blinded, faded, ill Craving for thee with hollowed hateful greed;     Sweet bitter pill, thou will be coveted     Till once ripe lush and verdant fields lay dead.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
Ode To Addiction
My heart has been breaking every day With no way to allocate the exact cause yes I know where is sets off but I never know where this deep pain hides surprise it shoots from my heart down my veins into every limb of my body then it encapsulates me help Am I crazy? I know this is real No one knows The pain that I feel When I say that out loud I feel like a child But when I hold it in for an inch, it feels like a mile This is intensity In full swing I know I can be more hurt But so can a person suffocating I’m not sure if my heart is being squeezed by something so intense, so present Or if its getting strangled by literally nothing Nothingness Nothingness banging on the front door of my chest Dense, dense nothingness Thirst: a very present pain cause by literally nothing when what you need more than anything is something With thirst, you can have many things, but not have exactly what you need.. what you long for What if water was never introduced? What if instead of it being imbedded in every human beings brain, It was abstract? What would u do when u had a thirst attack? Panic Intermission Interruption This depression is the greatest eruption Something is caged inside me and needs to be let out But what if it's too real? What if whatever encapsulates it is Pandora’s box? And does not change how I feel? It's like a man Looking at me, taunting me, torturing, ****** me Some see him as very generic looking Others don’t seem him at all I see ugly and scary I feel the pain he afflicts upon me When people hear my screams, they think it’s a silly act No help to be found Just me and this empty alleyway full of people
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Operation: Releasing the Bandaid
My heart has been breaking every day With no way to allocate the exact cause yes I know where is sets off but I never know where this deep pain hides surprise it shoots from my heart down my veins into every limb of my body then it encapsulates me help Am I crazy? I know this is real No one knows The pain that I feel When I say that out loud I feel like a child But when I hold it in for an inch, it feels like a mile This is intensity In full swing I know I can be more hurt But so can a person suffocating I’m not sure if my heart is being squeezed by something so intense, so present Or if its getting strangled by literally nothing Nothingness Nothingness banging on the front door of my chest Dense, dense nothingness Thirst: a very present pain cause by literally nothing when what you need more than anything is something With thirst, you can have many things, but not have exactly what you need.. what you long for What if water was never introduced? What if instead of it being imbedded in every human beings brain, It was abstract? What would u do when u had a thirst attack? Panic Intermission Interruption This depression is the greatest eruption Something is caged inside me and needs to be let out But what if it's too real? What if whatever encapsulates it is Pandora’s box? And does not change how I feel? It's like a man Looking at me, taunting me, torturing, ****** me Some see him as very generic looking Others don’t seem him at all I see ugly and scary I feel the pain he afflicts upon me When people hear my screams, they think it’s a silly act No help to be found Just me and this empty alleyway full of people
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in the temple at delphi upon the steps afront my crown of wire lay a pile of birds sat crossed in thirds my lungs resigned in splay phobos’ kiss afflicts with bliss amongst the thistled dirt the sowing of a new isle what once was old and now is true are a bygone from the blue
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
the temple at delphi
Oh, sunshine, to you my eyes be affixed As Aphrodite, elegance sublime For it's beauty divinity afflicts Beauty that withstands the scourges of time Time will pass by and people will grow old But in your soul, your beauty eternal While leaves of long dead spring blow in wind cold And long gone stars we watch, nocturnal Oh, sunshine, to you I am drawn akin To those pests, drawn to a fire in the night A light in the darkness my life has been You be my dame, my wise shining knight My sweet, to you my heart enamored be Enraptured, loveliness is all I see
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Sunshine
Translucent, Clearly visible, That which lies within, Malleable when heated to extreme, By passion or regret, Accepting the arrangements, And shape and form, Of that which afflicts and guides it, Made ornate with, Precious events and horrific realities, It slowly becomes opaque, No longer allowing light to pass, Reflecting instead, What was inside, Now dead, Hardened and brittle, So easily shattered, Shards and fragments, like razors, make unwanted openings, To a great depth, Into the soul, Of the one who possesses such a frail and perishable, Glass heart.
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Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 5:35 AM UTC
glass heart
Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate; Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception; Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness; Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall; Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly? presumed a northwind that never tied up here; Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity? conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops; Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee; When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous; thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination; how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip; Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness; Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty; Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Thou
472 Except the Heaven had come so near— So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me so— I had not hoped—before— But just to hear the Grace depart— I never thought to see— Afflicts me with a Double loss— ’Tis lost—and lost to me—
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Except the Heaven had come so near
With being really appropriate aptitude She apprehend and never appraise For she have appropriate ambition along us She's got the ability and a tender to care She can't rest knowing there's nothing filled our belly However he rests, she can't rest assured knowing we starving Her heart never fascinate her rest Unlike him, he rest and never admire her adore on us No father got affection counterpart her The affliction she expirienced during birth never heal till death No heart sustain such afflict, only her does Even when we fault and fail her, she bears the strength and effort to forgive and care for long She prepares meal even when she got agony Really, a mother's breast has got no sore In her heart, love is exertion But she never let go, she arouse and ply She's dying to keep food on the table It's affable, when usually it afflicts the affinity But she never let go, she arouse and ply She apprehend and never appraise She affiliate with affectionate And keep the spirit, arouse and ply Just the tender of caring, arouse and ply arouse and ply
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
Arouse and ply
The Evil intention in your eyes. It's so obvious that she can almost feel it. You look with a devious smile. Who are you? She doesn't even know you. She NEVER wants to know you. DISGUSTING That's who you are. That's what you are. I hope someone afflicts the same pain on you, The one you afflicted on her. I hope you go through that same fear, the same one which you made her go through. You're not human. You're worse than an animal. You're a horrible thing. Those eyes. She will never forget them. And **Trust Me** when I tell you, If I or her find you EVER again, It'll be the last time you Ever smile that devious smile again.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
It's so obvious,
When someone shows me cruelty, lord show them kindness. When someone afflicts me, lord give them justice. When I am persecuted and denied fair judgement, lord forgive my oppressors. When all that is done has been recorded, then lord offer my enemies space to repent. In this let me be blameless and let your judgement be righteous. So that the record will be straight, that all were given mercy, even when they denied it to me. Then will I be avenged oh lord, because of my enemies shame.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
Avenge Me Oh God
-A Psalm Of Johnson While Suffering is everywhere and afflicts every living thing, I know one day, all things will be made new by our heavenly king.
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Recovered Fragments: Reconstructed Papyrus 22
Like love and hate, pain is a strong emotion Slowly eating away at your mangled heart Cuts and bruises cover your body Same abuse taken day after day You barely flinch as your already mangled heart Slowly rips apart Piece by piece You no longer know the feeling of happiness Pain is the only thing you know He doesn’t know the pain he afflicts Just a stupid, clueless boy Everything he does Affects you in every way possible So much pain It overwhelms you Swallows you You can no longer breathe Take one more breath As you’re pulled under Never to recover.
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Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
Pain
A poet doesn't lie,        a poet omits the suppressed thoughts and sensations she will never forget The painful memories she hopes to create,        The ill-tempered words        tied to strings of hate that L o o p--              a reoccurring              pattern of               maladjusted              thinking   A sense of dread churns in your gut, writhing behind your chest cavity, invading your consciousness, shutting it down        Perspiration begins, and the rattling in your bones Nausea sets in,     reeling your blood    It's happening again,             this you know, but time will not tell when this attack will go Your throat constricts                    while time afflicts everything you've kept inside-- the emotions you've kept alive        when you should have set them free captives of your debauchery they've transformed into something ugly,            the wretch of scorn and self-pity and have unleashed their vengeance for smothering them with poisons        depriving them of breath, and of their destiny They're doing unto you, what you did unto them,        killing you tediously, disrupting your mind with    irrational fear and depleting the dopamine transmitted through your system to plague you with indifference towards reality           The symptoms it carries manipulate your thought-process, restarting the l o o p--                      a reoccurring                      pattern of                       maladjusted                      thinking
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
Loop
A poet doesn't lie,        a poet omits the suppressed thoughts and sensations she will never forget The painful memories she hopes to create,        The ill-tempered words        tied to strings of hate that L o o p--              a reoccurring              pattern of               maladjusted              thinking   A sense of dread churns in your gut, writhing behind your chest cavity, invading your consciousness, shutting it down        Perspiration begins, and the rattling in your bones Nausea sets in,     reeling your blood    It's happening again,             this you know, but time will not tell when this attack will go Your throat constricts                    while time afflicts everything you've kept inside-- the emotions you've kept alive        when you should have set them free captives of your debauchery they've transformed into something ugly,            the wretch of scorn and self-pity and have unleashed their vengeance for smothering them with poisons        depriving them of breath, and of their destiny They're doing unto you, what you did unto them,        killing you tediously, disrupting your mind with    irrational fear and depleting the dopamine transmitted through your system to plague you with indifference towards reality           The symptoms it carries manipulate your thought-process, restarting the l o o p--                      a reoccurring                      pattern of                       maladjusted                      thinking
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her. i've been warned of the wicked igbo queens, who will steal my heart and leave it scarred. lead me on and leave me lonely but i was never warned of her, the one with the prettiest name. with words like spells that put you in a trance. her spell. infiltrates the heart, breaks the wall, afflicts the heart, longing for her essence. and makes it all seem so harmless. even if my heart gets broken, i'll be left with these memories. i know it's all worth it if it's her. the nectar of love only comes with the poison of pain, and if i was to be burnt, i'd rather it be your fire.
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Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 6:14 AM UTC
her
They say, all good things must end forever in your breath your memory is my only companion the pain afflicts I am only your memories.
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
only a memory
I remember days When I was inspired By the beauty of a rose Or the agony of heartache But now my muse is stagnant I hear no sweet sweet songs I hear no soul rending cry No breeze caresses my face here No harsh wind blows against me The air moves as a man in a cell A slow, putrid circle of apathy No great loneliness afflicts me No great host accompanies me Yet no sense of community is upon me I have no connection between souls Yet here I am Yet I am here
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Where Are You, Oh Muse?