"controle" poems
This feeling is so over whelming
But very addicting
Watching it slide across my wrist
Blood pouring to the surface
While I'm in the zone
I don't feel any of it
But afterwards it stings like hell
This is my Safe Haven
I have controle over it all
I controle how many lines
How deep I cut into my flesh
Knowing this is not healthy
But cant seem to stop
Sometimes making pictures
Or simply just words
Why is this so addicting?
Why can't I make it stop?
Trying to figure my life out
Wondering if it's too late
Can I change my course of fate?
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC
To much informatie that my brain is trying to controle
I can do it
But not without you
Not without your arms holding me
Not without you whispering in my ear
"All these things will go away as soon you relax and think about the things that you are overthinking of"
It makes no sense
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
Este insólito e inaudito conjunto de explosões atemporais,
inobservável a longas distâncias,
é, factualmente, o tecelão da portentosa dimensão da mente.
Abundantes vozes desnorteadas,
obscuras e perturbadoras, nela se fazem existir.
São vozes que são sentidas,
vozes sombrias que escrevem.
Vozes pelas quais fui, eu próprio, desenhado.
E criado para navegar,
parti para o mar em busca das partes que me faltavam em terra firme.
Fragmentado,
nas mais diversas ilhas - paradisíacas e apocalípticas -,
nas profundezas e no horizonte azul,
busco, ainda hoje, estilhaços e peças escassas perdidas;
Cotidianamente,
ao acercar da noite,
os sons de batalha tendenciosamente indicam direções para não seguir,
e ainda que mantenha sem medo o controle das velas,
os ventos insistem em dizer aonde ir...
Pois que seja! "Navegarei com todos eles!"
'Placebo ou morte?'
O que minha tripulação anseia não importa,
ela tampouco existe.
Nesta irremediável transposição constante de caminhos,
sem o reconhecimento de qualquer lógica postulável,
oscilante, transgrido e navego ainda por mares intergaláticos.
E nesta imensidão extraordinariamente escura do cosmos,
carregando a experiência daqueles oceanos pesados e profundos,
me encontro a observar, sempre ao longe, uma fagulha,
ínfimo ponto que se faz visível.
Em sua direção,
continuo a jornada do pouco infindável
dessa dimensão que permanentemente remanesce como o desconhecido.
O mais próximo e o maior ângulo possível
para apreciar esse pontual, eterno e único nascer da super nova,
eu encontrarei.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
I hate you
because I keep thinking about you all the day
and when I conecte I feel so sad if you’re not there
and I jumb and scream if you say Hi to me
I hate you
because I listen to all the music you like
and I read all the books you read
I hate you
Because I lost myself so I can get you
cause I become you so you can love me better
I hate you
because for you I did the things I shouldn’t do !!
I lost people I used to know
I hate you
because I get mad so quikely and I laugh for no reason
because I don’t know my self anymore
I hate you
because I cry just because I miss you
and I become the happiest one in the earth when You call me
I hate you
because your love controle me !!
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
A sala inerte é o meu reino:
Quente, estranho
Num cheiro de fel e sêmen que desidrata todo alvéolo são
E Eu sou o diabo:
Frio, habitual
Condenado à prisão da luxúria, da lombeira
Espasmado engasgo-me no meu retrato de LCD
Nos botões do controle remoto
Nos meus olhos que coçam, pois não vejo
E como se só, já não bastasse o inferno
Os anjos com metralhadoras eretas
Vêm consumar o meu desleixe
Pois como mago que sou
Desarmo-os com meu falo movido a pilha
E rio-me de tristeza, pois era a guerra que eu ansiava
Rendidos, entram pela porta dos fundos
Trêmulos, sentam-se ao meu lado no sofá
E carnudos, macios e úmidos e corruptos se convertem
Porque Eu quero.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
Ci lamour, tell ci lointin-
courageux soi l'homme qui ladmet
Care soigneusement , il controle son amour
sachent qun jour, -
Son amour revienderas.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
I've been so quiet
The days I've been alone and dealing with my peace
Didn't thought the moment that we where present, it would be a day of remembrance
A day that would have changed and unlocked
Some secrecy that I only thought, maybe it could've been possible, or maybe not.
But when you've touched me,
You didn't only touched me,
You had reached my soul
And all the feelings that I had, I couldn't even controle
I couldn't even measure,
I felt out of place but at the same time I felt my own space
The space I felt that was close inside of me. That why I often say to you: "You feel so close to me."
Our space that we had created
By the way we felt, I saw more then I expected
You had gasped my soul
I never thought someone could hold me, in a way that I felt embraced
In peaceful surrounding that you helped create.
*To you my dear, for I am glad,
I can receive and give again.*
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Left uninspired
getting tired
So tired
Can't think
down I sink
Towards the depths
The depths of hate
Hate that is laced in to my fate
My fate I can't controle
Of that, you cannot console
We all have a role
mine just happens to be
Less than that of
the world
because it still twirls
without my words
tripping on the herds
of hate
wait
forget you
and I'll
Dominate
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
Era uma partícula minuscula
Germinando numa rústica cúpula
Simpática, foi alimentada
Mas nada a agradava.
Cresceu, virou espada
Violenta, sem controle
Nada a parava
Da cúpula se libertara.
Derrotou amores
Explodiu sem cores
Não era bonita, sem sabores
Mas via-se como uma pepita de flores.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
Start a new, dreams in dew, I run to you.
Whisp away, fields for hay, I run to stay.
Stay away, there you find, bitter emotions fray.
Step away a piece, look long back, may wonders never ciece.
Things can change, rarely do and still I run to you.
Still I stay, never stray, never did I lay another down.
Forgive forget but I can not, my human side is cuaght.
Fight I still, battles raged, for controle inside myself.
Everything to the surface, bubbles from the deep.
Memories, still not faded, where painfull things I keep.
So this new thing, the wound it bleeds,
but I did it to myself. Now for the heeling, to start it all again.
To start it fresh, to start it new, to write what has yet to be lived.
In the end I do what I do and I continue to Love you. As much now, even more than then, than I ever have, your my best friend. I cant get you from my head, cause of all the things youve said. I think about the me in you and remember that you love me too. I think about the you in me and remember that I love who I see. I remember how I said hello. Where we'd go, we didnt know. We didnt care. I think about you every day, your steeling a piece of my heart away.
Give it back or keep it from me, my stolen piece of heart. Bleeding out all the love follow it to me, for your own eyes to see. All the love it followed you, rite to wear you keep me too. Another one for you to savor, so you dont forget the love is from the pieces of my heart.
I gave it away and there youll stay till my dying breath.
Dont forget who gave it to you that last piece that you have. Im here for you if your ready. I promise, safe and steady...
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC
My blood runs hot
Flows easily through my veins
The heat is love
But where there is heat
There is always cold
That cold is hate
My body is made of hate
My blood is made of love
They fight for control
When I talk to her
See her
Love is winning
When I talk to them
See them
Hate is winning
I have no control over them
My heart pumps the love
The world scars the hate
It cuts deep like blade
My hate has endored
so much pain
My love has seeped from my hate
To get to the love
You must cut through the hate
But she reached in the hate
And pulled out the source of the love
My heart
She tends to it
Nurtures it
From her my hate loses
The love is taking controle
But there will always be a fight
But I'm not worried anymore
I have her
That's the secret weapon
her
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
I cry silent tears as the blood runs down my arm
The pain is unsufferable but the blade is unstoppable
As it slides across my skin
In even little little lines
I have controle over how deep I cut
I'm not sure hot to stop the blood from flowing rapidly
I think Ive made a mistake
Wish I could take it all back
Before to long the time will come
But for now your way to late
To save me from my fate
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
My funny little monstar boy..
Impressively causing such cute chaos each day.. oh he's a joy!
But sometimes.. just sometimes.. I feel like I'm at war! it's true!
You see you simply must become a worriaor if your bringing up this blue..!
Cos he will bring down the house with
a mischievous giggle,
Thumb on nose, fingers wiggle.
But then he's built a space ship and there's only room for 2,
He's of to the moon and who must come? you..
I find he's just out of controle confidently and contently,
Smashing and grabbing oh this boy don't do gently.
Oh and you must remember you are not the boss of this place,
Only when sleeping can you land a kiss on his face.
He's impossible to groom cos he's always on a mission,
He's gonna take over the world and he don't need your permission..
See now your little beast is already a soldier, They say he may calm down as he gets older..
But for now keep rank! And hold your position,
Dont back down to your 3 year old opposition!
Yes your aging, and struggling.. your patients constantly thin...
But alls you can do is keep on loving him.
And that part is easy x
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
I've realized, I don't have, a role in life,
and also don't have any controle in life
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
Ook ik verlies wel eens controle.
Mijn rust is dan aldaniet bewust ten dole,
mijn zelfbeeld ten dode
opgeschreven en mijn bedoeling zogezegd verheven.
Spelen wij dan allen soms,
misschien intentioneel, toneel?
Werken wij dan, elk van ons,
met tegenzin te over, veel te veel?
We doen het elke dag, bedenk ik,
we doen het unaniem,
met hier en daar een enkeling
die alles toch al heeft gezien.
Ik bedaar dan, geef mijn fouten toe,
besef dat ik nog veel moet leren over nagenoeg alles wat ik doe.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
Lets be honest now
aren't you afraid of love?
Because its one of my biggest fears
Afraid that I won't be enough
Somebody broke my heart
because it was too complicated
All around me I see all these people in love
and I swear I ******* hate it
I don't just mean relationships
I mean, aren't you afraid to lose your dad?
love makes you weak
it makes you vulnerable
it makes you sad
so why do we want it that bad?
we would ****
just to get a little bit
a little bit of love
is it really worth dreaming of?
if it is
than I don't want it
because when im hurt
they hurt with me
and I don't want them to hurt
I just want to be free
so I got to let go
because when no one cares anymore
I can finally loose controle
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Id fall a million times over just to look up and see your face
A carved spot in my heart forever holds you
and every time my sky's turn black, I look inward at your love
The world could be empty besides us, and loneliness would be a distant word
How do you do it Sarah?
How do you cause cities to sink and churches to burn, yet blossom every flower on the planet?
I stopped chasing you years ago and you found me drowning on my own tongue, holding together some distant lie, and all it took was one song to flip my existence upside-down
It's as if every moment with you is sculpted by something higher, something that words are to dull to describe,
something that no one understands, yet everyone is searching for
Maybe tomorrow you will stop loving me
Maybe tomorrow you will show up at my door
Either way, I long to hold you close tonight and tell you everything is going to be alright, even though it may not be true,
even though so much of this life is out of our controle
even though my love may never be enough to make you feel complete
You are my silver lining dear
You always have been
Always will be
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
ando sentada sozinha agora e racionalizando as emoções
tentando organizar como faço com a parte sólida da vida ao redor
e teimosa do jeito que sou não assumo a verdade doentia do controle total de se estar dominante na operação
então pra fluir tem que ser como?
oras, livre, é óbvio
sentimentos e emoções não tem coleira
não são domesticáveis e só vem quando querem
pra sentir pura e vividamente ou pra falar a respeito, usar o termo na sua mais pura integridade artística, moral ou seja lá qual for
é preciso deixar correr livre
como pensar que o peito é um campo ou um matagal alto ou uma praia extensa e existe uma coisa que tem corpo pra pernar à toa
sem julgar e sem medir
e é assim que se usa essa coisa do sentir
que é se deixar levar quando tirar a peça que do raciocinio
não tem lógica
é tudo emvãova~voa~voa~voa~voavõavãoa~voa~vão
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC
Como o mundo tem mudado a cada dia, tanto e tão depressa, fica cada vez mais difícil aprofundar qualquer assunto. Sobrepõem-se as promessas e os candidatos, mas a essência na procura de um lugar melhor está a afastar-se cada dia mais.
Cada vez vamos sabendo mais sobre mais coisas, e cada vez mais estamos frágeis.
Outrora falar publicamente de um assunto era uma arte de estudiosos e quem sabe, gente preparada para o fazer. Hoje todos têm o seu público e conseguimos até escolher a plateia.
Existe uma falsa sensação de audiência, porque ela é oculta e rapidamente se divide em outras opiniões.
Vejamos o que acontece diariamente na própria comunicação social. Como sabem ela divulga artigos com base em jornalismo, política, desporto e sobretudo em dinheiro. E por isso mesmo, podem não ser verdades absolutas.
Perigosamente orientam também o seu rebanho e o conduzem à ordenha.
Não creio que tudo isto deixe de ter um propósito tirânico, como acredito que estão no pleno controle da nossa vida, humana, social, religiosa e financeira.
Uma cruzada polivalente do capitalismo que como em outros tempos, agora de outras formas comandam o leme, protegendo a sua estirpe desprovida de qualquer fé ou solidariedade.
Têm certamente um propósito garantir a prosperidade dos quem comem há mesa tal e qual como na seia do senhor.
Autor: António Benigno
Código de autor: 2020121522541201
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC