"incognisant" poems
So, the day the devil met me...
he was dressed pretty funny
and he uh,
he had this stupid smile,
and he saw mine was broken;
so he, so he asked me to stay for awhile
and for awhile, I danced to his tune,
I harmonized with his melodies,
fell in love with his obscenities, and his lyrical,
complex identities
and for awhile, I made excuses-
I thought, not all are to be for not
everyone makes mistakes, and
who am I to refute against them,
when we all must learn through them
and for awhile, I believed in second chances
which lead to two, three, and even a seventh
because I was taught to forgive and I thought,
that's what that meant
and for awhile, I was hell bent and broken,
thought all was lost, all was stolen, blamed
others for my own emotions, and lost myself in all of the commotion
and for awhile, the hate ran deep,
the anger- steep, sleep was non-existent
my mind- incognisant, and my soul **** near diminished
I was waring thin, knee high in my own cesspool of sin
and for awhile, I had no where to turn
I was forced to eat **** praying that I'd learn,
and eventually, hopefully claw my way out of this pit,
this pit of self-inflicted loneliness
oh and for awhile, he had me by the tail,
a quick wit I thought I was
but apparently, not nearly enough
I gave up, I lost faith, I settled for what I thought I deserved
when I should have been fighting for what I believed in, the very passion that burns within
I allowed something to exist and play on my mental like a mother ******* fiddle
when I am and nothing more
and so, it was not all for not but merely a confirmation that I am, that I can~
and to forgive is not to forget but to forgive is to change the perspectives while forgetting loses the lessons
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Your are an occult soul
within your resplendent
and impeccable anatomy
that Heaven has bequeathed me.
You have revealed all those
mysteries of love to me,
that I was incognisant of.
Now tell me, O Master of love;
What love shall I veil to you?
And what love shall I not ask for?
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
*Mother, you ask me to cut the cake
But mother, oh my sweet mother,
I'm merely holding a knife here
Mother you think it's my birthday and I should be happy,
But little do you know,
Mother, my incognisant mother
You see, this here in my soft, tender hands
It's more tempting than the candles you brought,
More intimidating than you sitting in front,
It brings the flashbacks more than a picture does
To you, it's something as superficial as love
But to me, my mother
To me, it's a reminder of all the things I could never be,
That I belong to no one,
And mother, that none belongs to me*
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC