"inebreation" poems
Persuaded by wonton doubt
While wanting to live again
Inebreation, a deadly device
Sure I can sit in solitude
But only in the past...
It is gone like betrayed comradyery
How it was so indigenous to my species
But now is so lost upon different faces
Tonight my friend said
How come the weirdest things
Happen to you ?
It made me more sad
How it was a question
But yet one without an answer
Except
Me
My brains not scattered on the wall
Just because im special.
And i have friends
How selfish right?
Oh well i guess we all have a right to live
God given? Sure. Right to the pursuit of happiness?
I persistantly sure as ****
Hope to god thats true
Oh well
All is biding in due time
Will happiness come from pen strokes?
Or the stamping of pitter pattering letters?
All I knows is that it will come from my hands
Even tho the only way i relieve tension
From soul and body
Is by screaming or singing out the hole
In the front my peripherals? Hobby?
Maybe
Calling of an egotistical standing
Singing for myself feels more becoming
Sea ore,
I am vain and think I am an omnificent
Creator
Of my own happiness
Decider of my own destiny
Defeat
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
Confusion, Elaboration, Separation, Devastation.
Broken, Repression, Deprivation, Inebreation.
Realization, Humiliation, Depression, Correlation.
Disillusion, Edification, Exoneration, Dissipation.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Sitting here
thinking about you,
wondering if you're
thinking of me.
We've been down
this road before
and I know where
it ends.
Hypnotic dreams,
so sweet,
of you.
Only to wake up
to nothing more than
an unforgiving
blank wall.
Secrets shared in
silence,
deafens me.
Self sedation
brings me around,
to **** the
painful thoughts of
you.
The less you say,
the worse it gets.
© 2005 Dead Men Publishing
Sep 13, 2009
Sep 13, 2009 at 9:05 AM UTC