"predispositioned" poems
Ever wonder what someone's sadness feels like?
Ever really see that there's a huge difference between theirs and your own?
What you understand as depression, may only be a blue day for another.
I suppose that's why we can't relate to all poetry,
Or truly understand much of it,
To its cold point.
How can we be predispositioned in good,
While surrounded by so much evil?
Call it human nature;
No such thing as corruption,
Instead it's all about purification.
Daily struggles, testing our patience and ability to remain on a steady path.
Each successful decision resulting in a step closer to personal sublimation.
So what if dreams are reality,
And reality is just the dream?
Who's to say life is what it seems,
And that dreams are only mental representations of our inner desires?
Life's a withdrawal and dreams are the drugs that stop it,
Yet equally prolong it.
Then you wake up again.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
Predispositioned to be disappointed
Its a circumstantial consequence
My life is a coincidence
Expectations shaped by past experience
Leading to hesitation and carefulness
Set up to never be hurt again
I'm hurting, for my mind won't put an end
To feelings that im the one to invent
Misuse of intention
I do not understand another's perception
I'm blind
but mastering the mind is my only ambition
For disappointment could be a guide
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC