"incontrol" poems
You are never here because you die.
You are in your dreams.
You just open your eyes once everyday.
But in one day I die.
So is life just a blink of an eye.
Is this all your past stuck in the future.
Like your head stuck to your body.
Your mind more advance and incontrol of your body telling it what to do.
Yet your body stays here reminds you of the past.
Skull is inside of you meaning you are dead walking.death is immortality as you carry it inside already.fearing death is dying.but if you conquer death you become immortal.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
"Blink of an eye is a thought"
You are never here because you die.
You are in your dreams.
You just open your eyes once everyday.
But in one day I die.
So is life just a blink of an eye.
Is this all your past stuck in the future.
Like your head stuck to your body.
Your mind more advance and incontrol of your body telling it what to do.
Yet your body stays here reminds you of the past.
Skull is inside of you meaning you are dead walking.death is immortality as you carry it inside already.fearing death is dying.but if you conquer death you become immortal.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
I was amazing.
Genuinely happy.
I was confident, comfortable and enjoying myself.
I was incontrol
I was valued
I was needed
And I was with my family.
I felt safe with Him. With Them. And with everyone else.
It was fabulous.
It was cold.
It was tiring.
And it did not consist of much sleep
But I was happy and comfortable and I got to know Them more.
But it was fun and enjoyable.
But now
With Him gone.
Without Them.
It returns to normal.
It returns to that which I hate.
It is the routine that you cannot seem to break out of.
It is that constant drone of information,
Beig criticized,
And noise.
It is bed, eat, school, sport, homework, eat, sleep, repeat. And it is only music that can get me through. As D said.
But without Him or Them ,
Those who I feel are my family
I am alone.
Because my school friends don't feel like friends at all anymore.
And I can no longer find the motivation to breathe.
I don't know why I crash so badly after beig high,
But I can't take the bad with the good when the good is no longer sweet.
So I turn to my blade,
My only friend to keep.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Up until now, i have never known neutrality as a feeling.
As i am feeling neutral. Motionless, Emotionless .
Feeling as between but not inbetween.
Neutral as in the epicentre of feeling,
Not disregarding any emotions yet having no regard for them irregardlessy.
Not out of control, in control yet incontrol.
It feels like another state of being,
Not inhuman but a state beyond human being.
Not powerful, not powerless but still,
Everything in this state feels still.
It is a natural occuring meditational state, awake,
A state between the yin-and-the-yang.
Everything is equally equilibriumly balanced.
Calmness and peace overcome the whole being,
As this is new to me, i have no grasp nor comprehension.
My feeling is my interpretaion, my interpretation is my feeling.
Neutral.
May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 5:50 PM UTC