"disempowering" poems
Did I printed my ligacy without
any wrong? I wonder'd, as my trot
what thou and I may have did?
Or! Had been just disgrac'd,
to her life;
All ever done is disillusion'd
to disincentiv'd her confidenc'd
Her heart completely disintergrat'd
by my deeds;
Had I been disobient;
leaving us, our hearts dismay?
MY ONLY CHANCE IS NOW!
Feeling, like I disdain'd her
Disempowering her completely, ever did;
Discriminating all thee care's, love's
her had to grant me;
Or! Had my face disguis'd,
My heart completely heartless'd?
Had my mind ever disclos'd, who I am?
Now thee portion of me happy with her;
Thee rest of me just in sorrow, regrets ever made,
her heart, in peaces!
And now my only chance to our waking souls;
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For our love all love of other sights controls;
And makes one little room an every where
Let her - discoverers to new worlds can offers
Let herself close to me, trust she shown before
Let us possess on one thing, love which, thee
most precious thing we'd ever possess'd in life time.
That's my only chance
Thee chance I'm to nagging
That I'm to begging
Thee only chance for me
That chance to do right by you
MY ONLY CHANCE!
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
I’ve been told that sadness brings truth
A better understanding of what there is to feel
In order to strip away the comfort our padding brings
That so shields us from what there is
Gives us the idea that all is soft
We must take the pain of peeling away our person
Pulling at our second skin and lamenting as it goes
I’m told that melancholy helps us to know mirth
Helps us to appreciate a smile
Or other such defiance to the darkness
But I can’t be sure
How could we be justified?
How could happiness be our goal
If we go through something so terrible,
So disempowering
A **** of the senses
A death of the self
To reach it?
Were we always to be happy?
Is the answer an extreme?
Why must we peak?
Why may we not plateau,
Reaching a bold, floating indifference to the truth
And the real world?
I would be happy to ride a level river
Never knowing waterfalls
Or water flowing uphill
That is supposedly happiness
The truth can hang
The world can stay away
I don’t want to know you
Not through that anyway.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC