"desistance" poems
Down here, it is dark and damp,
Like a Concentration camp.
No more desire to discover,
as darkness has declared every colour.
My duration is close to descend,
No desistance from this decline.
The decision to disembark,
Means no more bloodline.
Don't delay my departure...
I can't see...
It's getting darker.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
It was a sensation like no other
Wide eyes and a beating heart
I felt complete, faultless
Although I was cold
This feeling kept me warm
Sister took a nail full
Of the white rough powder
And laid it upon a book
The familiar bitter taste
Infused my mouth
As I licked the pulverulent
I was full of conversation
But there wasn't much talking
For the voices in my head
Were very loud
As they were reminding me of reality
I tried to push it away
The feeling that was anticipated
But it was strong
And my content feeling
Slowly began to fade away
My stomach dropped
As my mouth ran dry
Lips chapped and hands shaking
Reality had caught me
I pulled on my hair
And covered my face
"Everyone ***** I want to die"
The only words I could speak
As I scratched at my arms
I growled and kicked
Like a cat in a brawl
Irritation filled my body
Anxiety engulfed my mind
A world of agony
I spoke aloud
But to myself
About hate and hostility
Concerned and panicked
When would this hell end?
Sister offered me more
So this misery could stop
But only to began again
When I would remember reality
When I would remember this suffering
I told her I couldn't
This unpleasant feeling was torment
I needed desistance
But that was impossible
This discomfort took time
For it seemed everlasting
At the peak of irritation
I just couldn't take it
In need of something to abolish
This feeling of affliction
Only one thing could help
It's pure white consistency
Glimmered in the light
I reached for the straw
As sister laid the powder
Atop a book
It really carries it's name well
For this heroine saved me
From the long excruciating trip
That laid before me
I praise this beautiful drug
And all of its glory
It has cured my suffering
For I feel indebted to it
Although me and heroine
May only stay friends
Considering anything more
Would keep me stuck at her side
Forever
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
completed finished done folded ended
defeated concluded
aborted
terminated finalized killed annihilated dispatched
vaporized settled destroyed dropped
discontinued stopped broken shut down cut
off ceased over halted frozen
barricaded desistance executed
dissolved overcome gone
ruined wrecked crushed depleted spoiled
shattered
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
I made a tiara out of Queen Anne's lace,
To make a queen out of me.
I saw your face in a picture,
You looked like you wanted set free.
I took a dandelion on that same summer day,
& I blew off every last seed.
I don't know why yet,
Why you were so upset
I had nothing left to feed.
I made my way to the wedding,
& I prayed for my own beautiful chance.
My favorite part was when the room would quell
As the bride & groom would dance.
I suppose I should have known,
By the sound of your tone,
You did not receive proper desistance.
My body got weak,
When I found you so meek.
But my mind was constructing my stance.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC
Cold burns the beauty from the scape
and buries the breath of God;
still waters collect death yet still thrive wild.
You sit there,
mountain basin as your chair,
picturesque—a wilted flower in your hair.
Nineteen burned away
like deadwood from an ancient grove,
still partly due to the paternity of your tyrant
and the benevolence of your father.
I can only admire for so long, before
I cannot bare desistance from your glow,
the heat from the center of your being, the cold
from the ice-capped genius of your conscious.
Tomorrow seems as a promise and so it may be true,
the opportunity to begin anew and labor on
the next step forward in tragic existence, leading beyond
to tragic finality; heavy breath and pounding heart,
awakened to foresight, a gift from the woeful ****
of knowledge learned to the entropy of physiology—
within a mote of hope reaps meaning from ontology.
As once the Earth, chaotic and unfeigned
tamed thus through speech of blossomed order,
gave rise to rival ebb and flow; yin and yang
unbeknownst, pervade each other's border.
And thou resist this myth of sagacity,
yet act the role of honest ancient heroes
to refrain thy rest from saltwater depths,
quelling cowards, liars, and unwise youth,
punished in life and thereafter, still—
cold burns not the beauty of the truth.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Distance from resistance
Missed shifts in risk persistent
When I'm remiss in the kisses of listed insistence
Your confidence wishes assistance
in the blissful existence
of
Any preexisting feelings
amiss of desistance
You lock you load the slock to hold
Secure and compound the slur to hound
The insecure, the bound
The insincere and the frowned
Until
Your blow quells the next risk
Swollen from a deft fist
Stolen by a neck twist
Beholden to your inner drift at the mirrored wrists
Of the monster betwixt this fixed rift of our mix
The signs won't unwind in your mind
They can't hide what's behind a sombre face unlined and undefined by your take on this time
Let's realign it
Let's redesign it
Let the lock smash with a rash motion borne of flashed emotion
Torn from some shared idyllic notion
Of a presupposition for mutual commotion
Or even of a genuine devotion
Give me the whole of the role of shrouding your soul
Or the hole for which it was sold
I will mould the folds and hold back the cold
With my own old extolled blindfold
Good enough?
Should be tough
No rebuff
Could be
Maybe
- love?
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Entitled to be untitled, blank forgotten gravestone, smooth marble untainted with dates and memories
Escape unscathed, no scratches, no scars,
No doubts or hopes or doors left ajar
Clean, empty, pure desistance, an insistence to embrace the nothing inside us all
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC