"revokes" poems
I need to **** my own brains out.
**** the inside of my thigh
/
If self harm existed,
I'd be the definition. Even as a child.
Epitome.
I was the art of chaos.
Reviled taste in the mouth of structure of humanity.
In the eyes of hurricanes,
death emits it's life from my heart chasm,
a dark laceration that continually deprecates the vision of self and image.
When one revokes such practices,
when one covers such motive to make others happy,
destruction of the dreamer will ensue.
Beyond all of the folly in these steps
We continue this dance macabre in order to destroy the civilized that we see in and around us.
Please take this.
Please ingest it into your ears, and masticate it in the gears teeth of your brain.
Hold heart to hand.
Take a breath.
Hold atrial canals to the rib cage that holds it as a cell that completes your bodice.
If you must seek a destruction. Let it be for self intention.
For self seclusion.
Let it be for your own self imprisonment.
Not the caging of your existence by: a state,
a religion,
a county,
a dogma of any sort,
no to ecology,
no to misanthropy.
"Yay", ye shall say. To self worth.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
Unlike Drake, we didn't start at the bottom,
We met about midway.
Two people amidst a common problem.
Darkness cloaks this part, at most I'll start to
Coast to the cause of the issues that bother
Cole the most, his heart revokes the thought
Of coming close to ignoring it farther.
I understand like a ghost, I see right through your father,
Voices don't come close to being as
Reprimanding as thoughts do.
They long for your heart to retain as much hatred as they can barter,
Until you can't stand the way that you breath or look at a person the same as you're recalling.
Much to the dismay of Blood,
I had to leave, I was falling,
Alcohol was more important than you all
And for that I'm sorry.
I tried to get away and break my chains
But veins yearn for that which takes the pain
Away and for that I only grew to know more pain.
One thing led to another and still the story's the same,
I've thrown away 5 years of my life to help me dig my own grave.
Amazingly I've made it through to write this story
And say that I've put childish things aside,
And live a better life today.
I support my son and make a living,
Just as Blood may.
As humans we're designed to seek that which
May better our emotional state,
On each individual level.
We chase that which can
Levitate our own knowledge in case there are
Discrepancies at bay.
As people, don't you want to know the full story,
I know your reputation for curiosity precedes you.
If not, why do I not deserve a chance at a sorry?
What means necessary must I take just to have a conversation?
It's quite hypocritical in fact,
But I digress in that partly.
Does trepidation rule over you,
Til you're blind to damnation?
Forevermore, you have risen,
Yet I remain uncomplacent.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
What putrefaction oozes up from hell
To poison aquifers of decency
And common sense? The crops of
reason smell And do not nourish the constituency.
What polar vortex drops from unknown heights To freeze the congregations of the heart?
The steeples topple, enmity ignites
And malice rips tranquility apart.
The times devolve. Security and peace, Once real estate on which a home could rise,
Shrugs off its immigrants, revokes its lease
And shows indifference to human cries.
A Lucifer of arrogant display
Has come to sweep benevolence away.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
With merit badge in metallic flame
and while never failing to find a root from which to let blood flow
navigational will serves our only compass.
The woven path through wood
a rocky spillway Rapid
All to quickly dodge the occasional motorist
and fall and bathe in water warm from long summer sun
To bask in stars and feel the hum of night
Living as such revokes fear
for even in the absence of light, sight is made up for
Euphorias rationed prove a friend of adventure
and infinite exploration is chased with each taste.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
their curriculum of beauty is suspense
it confuses the pure essence of sense
stuns and thrills man to indulge and languish
it is a catapult that revokes twitches to distinguish
women flowery toss aloft our deed breadth
our desire and lament proselylate length
we suffer the blight and plaguee of fantasy
we are frail monsters late but in ecstasy
but in them dwell the occult trouble of peace
chide,scold,rebuke and admonish us like louse
rein us by fondues and affectionate devotion
circuitously tenet and statue men in version
eternal motion we dance to the music
their incredulity binds us to mimic
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
Curse are the living,
For death is easy.
Gushing wrath of olden winds,
Stab with potential.
Go ahead raise our dead.
Ease them from their story grave.
Pray they crawl out on all limbs.
Ask you your blood,
Don't you dare refuse.
Ask you your truth,
Don't your dare lie.
Coz they already know.
They've swirled around and they've been Here before.
Walked on death leaves,
Death revokes death.
They know they've been here before
Ask you your life,
Don't you dare tell.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
the last embrace i have felt has left me adrift
i can feel nothing
my mind reeling at the thought of it
it revokes my consciousness
i am frozen longing for more
knowing it will never come
soon the warmth will end
i try to forget and move forward
yearning for more of what leads me to destruction
but I'm caught in my own delusion only wanting what the heart desires
and never what the brain knows
i am lost
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 9:15 AM UTC
Uncertain loneliness pain dresses and appeared that day.
No messages arrive early as every Saturday was.
And after work that night, no one expects him.
That unmistakable Hello! No longer will return to hear.
He comes from away looking work and welfare and, in return found a strange feeling, that changed his life forever.
It's invisible the mark on the passport of an unknown country.
The city is same but definitely different as when he arrived. It is impossible to name, perhaps. The wind is still blowing cold and the trees are without leaves-.
That day -that city- watched him walk away without a word.
Even the sweet kiss that woke up a different morning do not accompany him.
The nights and days caressed unknowingly be forgotten and no one will undress him tenderly.
And indeed, it is uncertain whether leaves or dies.
In the distance, the voice of a judge revokes that forgiveness for deportation.
Maybe someday meet again or maybe the oblivion take them by surprise. But in the city, no one knows whether dusk or dawn, but he never sees them again.
And the lonely city, remain behind expecting that someday others dare
to enter and stay forever.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
My own made rough
By years of discomfort within
Of skin that i wished to the sea
Instead of me wrapping
The passage of time
And evolution has proven
The bottleneck remains deep inside
Through simple confrontation.
Confidence lacking,
Revokes the foundation
Dismantling what was built,
And anxiety threads
Are plucked by fingertips
To tear away the rough
And replenish with red lubricant
Before the clot.
Will I become more confident
By tearing skin back
Ripping shreds to bone
Beyond tendon?
Lie to me
For this tumor
Is beyond any reason
For attempted understanding.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
One two three
Taxes, will be the death of me
Three four five
Not getting out alive
Five six seven
Heading up to Heaven
Seven eight nine
Up here, it's might fine
Saint Peter, he don't like me
he knows, there's a mistake
he revokes my key
my halo, wings, they take
One two three
No eternal bliss for me
Three four five
Taking the big dive
Five six seven
Cast out of Heaven
Seven eight nine
Not filing it in time
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC