"collaspe" poems
Vengeful souls demand recognition
as the blood fills the cracks in our foundations
and our genetic code is the biggest cop out ever known
As the media sells out and buys into the latest solution
Predicament home grown
When the problems run deeper than the sewage
they run deeper than the refineries and plastic seas
Tho they all serve as an example of the lacking
The lack of a proficent economy
and if someone is capable of defaecating where they eat
Whose to say they care for whats on your plate?
More and more we see the collaspe socially in our race
So what I dont understand is the shock when a man
brings a pipe bomb with intent to displace
Everyone is afraid of the yellow flag of terrorism
yet neglect the true issues when it turns red
Neglecting the many motives of an internal suspicion
So next time you go to stomp your former man
To dehumanise and overwork him
Remember your local postal hand
and how even the sanest can be pushed over the edge
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
Each passing time my will to create with words depart from my impulse,
The drive and want and passion lost by crippled sense of inner flames.
Do you see the dreams blurr the skies of blue to grey,
As crimson and hues of purple interplay in the celestrial plain.
From the time of land parted from the skies zenith ago
And further more the time garden of Eden let Lilith go!
It's a place of Queens and Kings with wings,
while ladies and maiden play among the swings.
With stone and lands with rocks shaped into castle,
All those creation crumbled to dust to ashes blown by the wind.
Such illustration created by sleeping illusion eludes interpretation,
As time elapse our minds will shut to collaspe with no variables.
As the strand of hair turn black to white with forgotten songs,
One can lose all of their imagination and can only surrender to sleep.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Dream after dream,
The nightmares no longer grace me with your face.
Loneliness calls to my heart,
As you slowly drift away.
The metal bars begin to collaspe,
Freedom beckons me forward.
When you appear before me,
Chains envelop my body in a hug.
Pain sinks into my heart,
The river of tears begin to flow.
As my name leaves your lips,
The desire for escape vanishes.
As if I were a bird in a cage,
I cannot escape the chains that bind me to you.
I am trapped in the image of you,
Where my love is nothing but an unspoken whisper.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
It's the time of the year
To say goodbye
To give our parting hugs
To flash our last wavering smile.
It’s this time of the year
Where we determine how true
The essence of friendship is
How long would it last
And it is this time of the year
Where I discovered
None of the friendships made
Were made out of diamond: strong
Made out of rubber: flexible
Made out of pure truth
Lies upon lies
Built up on a weak foundation
Threatening it to topple
To collaspe and to fall
Its heartening to see
What true friendship can do
But yet disheartening to know
That true does not exist too.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
I saw the strongest girl I know crumble to pieces today
I literally watched her body collaspe onto the floor as she buckled beneath the odious weight she had carried for so long
We all watched trembling
We became mute at the sight
No one realized she could ever break
Not even I
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
muddy lungs
death flickered a coal light inside you
this morning as I separated from
the moon, my crater
my coffin
stars eat from the palm of my hand
festering caterpillars
from the stomach’s boiling acid
only the freshest babe
I selected from within an evening sky
will I *****
to not swallow, but choke on
and become as noxious as my lungs
African poesies will not awaken there
kneel, wilt, flowerlike.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
with every breath i breathe,
my lungs collaspe.
such a pain that i cannot bare,
is it supposed to hurt this bad?
my fear finally became a reality,
one that i did try to avoid.
to see her taking my place in your arms,
destroying the one place i called home.
save me, please, i am starting to beg,
save me please, instead.
whenever i fall asleep,
there you are in my dreams.
and i never want to wake up when i see you there.
our departure came quite soon,
and i was never done loving you.
why did you stop loving me?
every call went to voicemail,
every text was left on read,
and still, so many words left unsaid.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
anguished, anemic, adolescents, arrayed, in a line.
apprehensively, observing the ambulance, take away
an afficiando, again, today.
bereft of energy and ability
to see......
that cutting,
while a momentary thrill.
is leaching their ability,
to be anything
but lethargic, listless and ill.
an addiction to, endorphines
angst and red blood spill.
becomes a viscous, viscious
cycle,
that daily, causes a spiral downward.
you cut, to feel,
release from pain,
blood flows,
draining you of
the nutrients and
sustenance you need,
to cope with living life,
you become,
less able to deal,
with the slights and arrows
and daily dross.
so you cut,
to deal with the loss
of the ability to cope,
you saw away,
at your skin like,
it is a mental rope.
all the whil
you lose blood the live giving force,
you lose the ability to hope
spiraling, until....
you collaspe in class... your secret revealed...
A is for ANGER...
bright fiery red,
at the abtruse,
asininity of it all.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Deep wallowing sorrow shower upon me
It engulfs me with dejection as it slid from my body onto the ground
it listens while I scream my pain away.
I wonder if I will continue to live this way?
Walking through live aimlessly day by day.
Looking at life listlessly because I don't want to stay.
I gaze at the beauty of the gray sky
It comforts me with its beatific tears
As it falls within my eyes
And I cry ****** diamonds
Because I can no longer carry theses blocks of emotions that I incessantly stack.
Which is the reason why I often collaspe
And this heartack shatters my soul
As for picking up the piceces I've given up on that a long time ago.
I feel as if I'm wasting my time
Especially since my life isn't worth a dime
So I past the time by sleeping my life away
I mean what's the point of being awake when your existence doesn't mean anything to anyone anyway.
So I'd rather sleep my life away
No one wants me here
And I don't want to stay.
I often wonder what it must feel like to get run over by a train
The way it moves so swiftly is sure to drown one in excruciating pain.
Each passing day I swear I grow more insane
Why do I carry such terrible thoughts?
They ring so loudly in my ears
That I'm afraid they might leak
And everyone shall hear.
I do not care to love anymore
I've tasted it before
And I shuddered at the bitter aftertaste of misery
How could anyone enjoy this 'love' when pessimism is its company?
I'd rather recline in this reticient chair
And pluck life away tiny hair by tiny hair
I would gaze at the twilight
And recite a song for those whom, like me are unfortunate.
As for 'love' I desire no more
A spoonful of this substance had left my tongue with a scar.
The dark clouds have rained its smiles upon me
They tried to soak me with euphoria
But I evaded them wuth my umbrella of rejection
I think I avoid the feeling of happiness because I abhor the feeling of being forsaken
Because nearly every loved one I've treasured as most important have been taken.
But its more like I've lost them.
Til' my final resting day
I think I shall continue walking down my road with a stronger heart
For if I don't I will continue to live an abysmal life.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC