"murkey" poems
The most abused of them all
That bitter taste
The bite of fire
Liquor and beer
The murkey and the clear
One of the coolest
Joe cool
Blow like city breeze
As romanticized as diamonds
Just as ****** - cigs
The Doctors choice (orders?)
Gets you revved up
Shot to the moon and back
With complete concentration
Amphetamine aka Adderall
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
Its usually happens during the day,
I will catch myself laughing,
radiating genuine joy instead of the usual fraudulent happiness.
I'll feel the relief wash over me like a wave,
carrying away every dark thought i've ever had.
Leaving me feeling weightless and euphoric.
And in that brief moment
I can finally see the rays on sunlight
shining through the murkey waters of my mind.
I will be overwhelmed at the concept
to have finally made it.
To finally see the significant beauty of life
through untainted eyes.
Yet at 2am,
when the worlds asleep and i'm all alone.
The only company being
my bedroom walls.
The air will begin to thicken in my lungs,
and I will forget how to breathe.
The silence will scream at me as the empty
walls start to close in.
I will feel the numbness sink in,
and it will consume me,
as I let the tears fall begin to fall.
I will cry for myself,
and i'll cry for everyone I love.
I will cry for the ones who betrayed me,
and for all the people I have betrayed.
I will cry because there is nothing
I can do to stop the feeling of nothingness
and imense sadness hit me
in these early hours.
Tearing away my sanity with it's
claw like nails.
And only in the early hours
will I curse myself for being so niave,
foolish to think I could ever
escape my mind.
To think that I was ever ok.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Something strange sits
In the murkey mist of ages
Just far enough out of reach
To keep us from its truth
The closest ever we come to it
Is the soft ringing in our ears
That comes only in dead of night
When all but the mind sleeps
Every night does it play
In vain hope
Lulling us to sleep
And bidding us to dream
Desperately calling to us
With all its might
So that one day
We might wake up
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
Murkey thoughts
of potential poems
lurk around
my heavy void of emptiness
the struggle to translate them into words
fires up frustration
an insinuation of a dulling passion......
once existed a mind of clarity-
unbothered by the taunting past & present
& the future of uncertainty
Once when I wrote of frogs & jellybeans
with much simpler rhyming schemes
once when confusing questions didn't f l o a t around
certainly not ones that were this
profound.
now insanity replaces curiosity
dysfunctional thoughts &
distruaght rhymes
try to summarize
my ConfusiOn
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC