"despire" poems
Stop battering her mind by invasions
of your curious cultural perversions
Get out of her way I tell you for god sake.
She needs quietude
To come out of her servitude
to repair and restore her aptitude
In the balm and calm of solitude
Her dome is broken with throbs
torn yarns spasm derobes
With velocity escape to infinity
Due to your ferocious felinity
She needs peace to space walk
To gather the ruffled rob safe back
So leave her alone I tell you
As if she were in ICU
She needs silence to settle
Down to revive her mettle
with rarer precious metals
Cement her mental pieces
Mind can swoop down with trough
Ride on a rough wave's crest
Pat and pacify with suavity
bring back the halo from infinity
zero down the hero with unity,
from a state of KD
rejuvenate the PD
Back to an ambience of 3D
So Leave her alone I tell you
Let her bleed, perspire in despire
If mind willing, desire compelling
Let it prepare her self, to repair itself
the broken respiration sighs
With high waves of neighs
conspires to set in her scattred inspiration
To the errected pyre of desperation
Asunder to cinder and surrender.
Let the fire embrace her to scintillation
In a catalystic ambiance of ventilation
Mix and suffix with whirling flame
To phoenix her into a healing dame.
For god sake leave her alone I tell you..
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
What is fantasy?
False fantasy confession
Understanding by analogy
The fantasy of me
Counter brainwaves
With thought guns
Deceive me
I am a self agenda
Schools are found
In the background
School mask
Real me
Real mask
School me
Fat
Sad
and
Bad
Submissive
Fantasy
Villain
Happy he should be
Look down
Straight Shot
Straight up
It's up
Fantasy is theater
Acting like a character
How many writers in a snare.
One by one making a dare
School of thought thought up
Subscribers indentured to strange
What a hollow soto
A thin man's polo
Stripped with dread
Woe on theater
Theater is the past
Back in history
****** get hit by disarray
This is a history made this way
Only character hits from these paypools
Not so obvious doc!
Try to be less conscious!
Tu lewai to LA FENESTRA
I'm playing the tropes
That I loathe and despire
Even I hide my own words
Get a thought recorder
Shipping and packaging is free for the day.
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Words arranged in draft sentances
I am a fantasy! U play in.
Don't worry
I am an expert attorney
Trained in exquisite self fantasy
Proffessor of Future Fantasies
Or maybe Garfield the nat
"Sneekky rouououttttt. I know the truuttthh.
It's a parks and rec
Adventure sketch
I am declining
I've lost my health
This issssnnn'tttt FAIR
Director "CUT!"
IT COMES FROM THE HUMAN MIND
HAAUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How can you
Teach
Them
That
CAT
IN
THE
HAT
???
??!
?!?
!??
!!?
!!!
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Fantasy
Divorced
From mys
elf
Argumentative
Prentinsuous
And
parsimonious
Who buys it?
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Deathly silent all around
lungs ache from screaming vain cries
eternal darkness surrounds
the only clear voices heard are that of a tormented mind
isolated from the rest of the world
bound and chained by insecurities
wanting to break free from an unseamingly indestructible prison
Despire; that phantom meance blocks the vision
and carves an incision into any remaining sanity
Strained breaths become louder
the end being echoed in a societal made coffin
the internal flame snuffed out
this once indigo child; strange and beautiful
now no longer in the mood for life
has given up on the chance of rescue
frozen in her own pain
all that was left were the droplets of a crying maiden
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
To you I come without question
my thoughts intensify from anticipation
my mind wants to be taken to to your low place
full of despire and filth that Hades itself would not follow
My mental *******
I no longer sense reason or justice, but a craving for the one who devours me
A lustful carnivore feasting on the forbidden areas of my psyche
creating the delusion of me being closer to fine
distorting my thoughts for your own perverted pleasures
I despise it, yet I long for it
I'm nothing without your cunning tongue
As you slide you words in my frontal lobe and play with the private parts of my subconscience
My Mind; that strangely isolated place yearns for another
even if that other destroys the foundation and tears the threads that hold my mental stability in place
but at least in this place though used and abused I'm not alone....My mind is a ***** for you
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
We control our worlds with a pen and pencil,
We shape their lives with our words and thoughts.
We give birth to our champions,
We sumon great evils to destroy our lands.
We light the fires to cast our lights of hope,
We darken the shadows that swell with despire.
We are the ones who are gods of our realms.
We are the authors.
We bring the end to the beginning,
We bring the beginning to the end,
We create worlds and realms in stroking,
We cause pain and suffering to mend,
We bring about darkness in shadow and flame,
We scatter hope to shine and bring about the light,
We create good and evil in fuition and in name,
We are the creators and the destroyers, it is our might,
We are gods among people,
We are the few among the many,
We are the authors.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
we always ask the question,why?
why things happen the way they do
why people say they love you,like they actually do
why people discriminate some and like others
why the driver splashes water on you and dos'nt bother
why some cheat and pass
and some study and fail
why some are beautiful and some are not
some are poor and some have money a whole lot
why we call young guys that sag criminals
and also call people that steal criminals!
some have faith some despire
some are inspired some inspire
some are motivated and some motivate
some use theories and some innovate
life wont change if you keep asking these questions.it would change when you stand and say "i choose to be on the right side of life" and work towards it
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
It is a one night journey
from fulfilment to frustration
from hope to despire
from someone to no one
It takes just one night
to be a mystic...
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
so much weight i can’t carry longer
day after day my mind wanders
will i find it the same?
or was it seldom
a gaping crack
big enough, it grew big enough
to remind me of caution
of the unexpected at miles ahead
tell me if i was true
living in oblivion is my only escape
i cant deal with the world
so i turn 10 years old again
my thoughts command and say
but my heart overcomes its grip
can this not be true?
can i not be in this much despire?
am i right or was i not good enough?
questions roam my head like foam
i’ll turn to foam if i drown in this
i’d like to shed without sympathy
don’t say sorry, don’t tell me to stop
let me be a human for a day
i’ll be myself tomorrow
reality has to be an intruder
into my fabricated mind
i’m a crime committed too long ago
i should be kept away but i’m here in the open
this isn’t good for me, or you
why should i hide when it’s better to heal
but i cant! i cant bring myself to deal yet
i hadn’t thought of this in too long
i haven’t griefted properly
i haven’t shed a tear yet.
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 2:17 AM UTC