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"salience" poems
Edifice erections surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel
~ *precious metal detector of tourism, as in a dream, such device has the power to make one nostalgic for places either never visited or nonexistent. this strange museum exhibits sometimes airplanes, always mortality salience, and the impossibly probable idea that travel can change your sense of time, so you don't really mind if things slip away, or alter in some disenchanted way.* ~
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Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 12:21 PM UTC
Airport Terminal 2
There was a fog that seemed to hover thickly over the perceived salience of his musings    It was as if there were a veiled mystique that left hopeful understanding ,                    ambiguously obscured ... His soul's cadences fell beyond the pale , like a reverberant iron bell’s clamor ,                    drowning acumen ; albeit , unmistakabe crystal clear allusions , scanning inwardly, rhapsody in his mind's eye                     Illusive accord ,                     beclouded by seeming stigmas                     borne of the flesh ;                     delicately sensitive nuances ,                     misunderstood imperfections ,                     bespoken utterance weighed heavy upon heart ... In the hush of pensive repose , flow of soul streamed forth from its retreat within ; bequeathed as if darkness was magnetically drawn towards light , purging muted understanding ...                     Assuredly seeking all questions with verve ,                     accepting , that all answers sought                     are not meant to be understood A realization of those who wish to speak yet abide unspoken ; the unseen mark of those that wished they had been loved , befallen the music of a thundering heartbeat , understanding a circle is vulnerable , only makes it stronger ―                     hence ,..                     it had been written                     in countless misunderstood ways ... Knowing he resists an inner-voice to endure silently for a fear of that which remains indelibly writ , tattooed on introspective walls far removed from the afterglow of light , where depth of soul yearns to be freed ;                     heart speak hushed , deft words avowed                     in enigmatic tongues ― Vayu doth whisper                     soul's prevailing tides ebb and flow                     from unseen depths , permeating                     deeply within inner realms The spirit of soul once steeped his heart’s intone :                "Spell words that bind together passing strangers                    *Coalesce  thoughts to inspirit those whom often walk alone                  Append the goodwill of poetry, aspiring to bond individual                  hearts and minds with words of love and light.                    Conjure written  spells to bespeak sincerely ,                  a faith in unabated love*" and yet ,   he will write it again and again ,.. searching beyond words …words grasped from emerging thoughts                    drawn in to the light                    searching for other adept words                    to recite yet another way ,                    sketch another word-scape ,                    written with the relentless inexhaustibleness                    of an unstoppable awakening ...   Another winter dawn imbues a new day come to light                    he will write it again and again ,                                           ... finding another way to be set free ...                                                                  Harlon Rivers
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
A fog that seemed to hover ...
There was a fog that seemed to hover thickly over the perceived salience of his musings    It was as if there were a veiled mystique that left hopeful understanding ,                    ambiguously obscured ... His soul's cadences fell beyond the pale , like a reverberant iron bell’s clamor ,                    drowning acumen ; albeit , unmistakabe crystal clear allusions , scanning inwardly, rhapsody in his mind's eye                     Illusive accord ,                     beclouded by seeming stigmas                     borne of the flesh ;                     delicately sensitive nuances ,                     misunderstood imperfections ,                     bespoken utterance weighed heavy upon heart ... In the hush of pensive repose , flow of soul streamed forth from its retreat within ; bequeathed as if darkness was magnetically drawn towards light , purging muted understanding ...                     Assuredly seeking all questions with verve ,                     accepting , that all answers sought                     are not meant to be understood A realization of those who wish to speak yet abide unspoken ; the unseen mark of those that wished they had been loved , befallen the music of a thundering heartbeat , understanding a circle is vulnerable , only makes it stronger ―                     hence ,..                     it had been written                     in countless misunderstood ways ... Knowing he resists an inner-voice to endure silently for a fear of that which remains indelibly writ , tattooed on introspective walls far removed from the afterglow of light , where depth of soul yearns to be freed ;                     heart speak hushed , deft words avowed                     in enigmatic tongues ― Vayu doth whisper                     soul's prevailing tides ebb and flow                     from unseen depths , permeating                     deeply within inner realms The spirit of soul once steeped his heart’s intone :                "Spell words that bind together passing strangers                    *Coalesce  thoughts to inspirit those whom often walk alone                  Append the goodwill of poetry, aspiring to bond individual                  hearts and minds with words of love and light.                    Conjure written  spells to bespeak sincerely ,                  a faith in unabated love*" and yet ,   he will write it again and again ,.. searching beyond words …words grasped from emerging thoughts                    drawn in to the light                    searching for other adept words                    to recite yet another way ,                    sketch another word-scape ,                    written with the relentless inexhaustibleness                    of an unstoppable awakening ...   Another winter dawn imbues a new day come to light                    he will write it again and again ,                                           ... finding another way to be set free ...                                                                  Harlon Rivers
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There are too many things to unsee in this city, the night street holds dark memories; traffic jams, phones blaring the static complacency of the bourgeoisie, faint screeches of beat up vans and tire explosions, schizophrenic sloth of industrial machinery drilling roads, houses, three metres apart; the fragmentation of the nuclear family - if only life were a gothic fable; we would all be mythical deities to the dark regions of earth - for the night is oceanic, Atlantic, revolution turns upon a fixed axis; tonight’s ocean opening, first ionization, breath as oxidation - the middle the midnight in the air where the air is alight and the light contains substance, the fine saturation of salience, lust for dopamine, we light the silk in the fire, remember the earth spirals around a sailing sun like a strand of DNA, everything circumferencing in swirls of cataleptic cinnamon, and we are space dancers, free in the infinite, the embroidery of all edges, small, but insoluble and dissolving.
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
dream of dancing in space
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion     I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion     Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution     And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion     For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions     I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions     Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions     And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions     From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics       I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics     Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics     And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic     Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics     I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics     Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics     And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics     By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology     I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology    Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology    And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Pantheism
Examining the accuracy. Exploring the brightness. Hunting for certainty. Inquiring the directness. Inspecting the lucidity. Investigating the precision. Pursuing purity. On a quest for simplicity. Researching transparency. Chasing articulateness. Frisking comprehensibility. Going over conspicuousness. Inquesting a definition. Rummaging for distinctness. Scrutinizing the evidence. Shaking down the exactitude. On an expedition for explicitness. Working the legs towards intelligibility. A perquisition for legibility. A wild-goose chase for limpidity. A witch hunt for obviousness. Interrogating openness. Probing the palpability. Prosecuting the penetrability. Racing perceptibility. Raiding perspicuity. Coursing the plainness. Following the prominence. Hounding the salience. Meddling in the tangibility. Prying into the unambiguity. Reconnaissance in the cognizability. Seeking decipherability. Snooping for explicability. Sporting limpidness. On a steeplechase for manifestness. Studying the overness. Tracing unmistakability.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Searching for Clarity
Edifice erections surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel (re-post)
Edifice erections surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel (repost)
there is nothing left to say everyone is speaking gets louder everyday a din of cell phones blaring ads harassing to the soul where went our truthful daring all is stripped to twice produce what’s then ten times over-tolled clichés were born of meaning but, oh, what great vigilance note how keen the public eye one thought of valor seeming and the marrow is ****** dry the straw children run and play their ring around the rosies but burn the field of posies for television tells us today, roses are more chic and love has lost its justice romance is just hide and seek affairs come in litany for want holds no salience in lands of great industry good girls know no prominence past the throned celebrity and god is a silent place where everything is said like symphonies of poets softly writing in their heads
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
The Callous Life
Are we profligate, Disillusioned by fearlessness? Running unkempt Cut loose from Nature’s design, We rest, only to rise And seek restlessly Fruits of a victory ripped from obscurity. Past the grip of physicality, we speak Sermons of profundity: Inclined to faction, Built upon acuity of inclination. An autumn glow As I run my hand through sun-kissed hair, Coursing though stalwart gazes, She tells me I am he. We kiss. I shutter, For I feel unfulfilled. A causality of The perceived: Salience of difference no one sees Stolen by wonder, Palpitations of her heart Slight the silence of her lips as we kissed And I realized that there’s nothing more Than to indemnify true sublimation, Where hearts truly rest, And rest together.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
Indemnity
Let me show you how important you are;                                                                                                                  Kiss me.
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Salience
Salient pools swarmed upon Seas Of blackened Amber, Reflected Neon gazes, And The love that could never be. She knew it. I knew it. Hell, Even my luggage knew it. All that remained were the footsteps And in opposite directions.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Salience
I know that sometimes you feel a loss when you remember the salience of your bones when your skin was as thin as paper and you even struggled to drop on a chair. And I know that from time to time you suffer from the absence of those days when you could look at a filled plate without touching it and call this effort a meal. And I know you often think about those afternoons when you looked so dead that you held the secret hope that someone would come to resurrect you. But the truth is, you seem to have forgotten the days when the bruises on your skin scared you and the days when you wiped your ****** mouth wondering if you were really becoming more beautiful. Those days when you were so cold that you couldn't touch anyone without startling them and those days when you couldn't stand up without seeing a multitude of spirals swallowing the world before your eyes. The truth is, you forget that no one came to save you. And I realize that sometimes it's still hard and that you’re still fighting, but I can not help but notice that bright glow back in your eyes and how your gestures are firm and your cheeks colored by life. And even if you break so often that you wonder why you should bother to keep rebuilding yourself , let me tell you that putting the pieces together is much more beautiful than the mere thought of you drowning yourself in a flood of alienating negativity once again.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 8:21 AM UTC
Letter to the healthier version of myself
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion     I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion     Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution     And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion     For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions     I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions     Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions     And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions     From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics       I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics     Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics     And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic     Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics     I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics     Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics     And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics     By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology     I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology    Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology    And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
Pantheism
the salience of your radiance gives variance to the ambience of the adoration of this, my dis-inclination especially when in relation to the repatration of the degenerate generation in need of inspiration and determined dedication to decode the conjurations of the corporations before the expiration and impending cessastion of life's inhalation. total amelioration stagnation or salvation you, now, need to make a decision of dicerned discrimination whithout halt or hesitation requiring patience in the face of dumb defiance in applying the appliance of the science of change of  ever permutating alteration and transformative alliance. so that, we all remain insane.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
spin doctor freeflow and the notions sing for you...
Jump into my arms and there find sweet rests Climb into my soul and there get calm comforts Come, come into my heart and find everlasting peace Come take a walk into my being And there enjoy truer compassions Plenty of sincere and pure passions My heart will be with you My soul will be for you My breath will be under you My body will abide with you My thoughts and wants; feelings and emotions My desires and aspires; urges and yearns Will be at home with you, in your true jails Just come, come experience my ambience Just come, come be my soul’s solo audience My heart awaits for your sanctimonious salience My thoughts will be for you My dreams will be for you You will be the revere of my reflections: The respect of my contemplations My brain will follow your will Your will, will be my daily fill In every of me I will you truly feel For with you I am in total capitulation My veins are open to carry you back to your humble hut-my heart My arteries are widening to sail you through your dignity-my divinity My Vena amoris is all yours, a private jet to airlift you to your sacristy-my soul You only need to come home, if only you come home! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
COME HOME
this thing called ‘life’ patchwork of frailty from robust seed seared limp through vagaries of heat seeking salience as globe revolves even without us days silken smooth dangle sweet stolen by capricious winds mattering's refused recycling worn tapes peanut gallery within judge self as abandoned in Father’s absence his character slurred deaf to lessons as winter’s early dusk and darkness descends solitary friend’s presence suspends in night sky song of bloom pierces snow Maker's voice is heard
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
this thing called 'life'
Salience, jumps out, some pundit says it, Salience, literally leaps from the either thin air, or signals in or through, yeah science, tune in, think it may as well be thin air, - morphic resonance- if you think - so it is, drop out, turn on, think lightly never too late to recall the after all, when ever was begun to reach today, just now, with me and you meandering diametrically, through in tensioning attention span stretching, measurable worth of value for value, and a pinch, to grow on… old ways to make the difference jump with out being a parsimonious pedants *****
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Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
Every thing breaks, its nothing serious
Edifice erection's surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like an incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel (re-post)
Edifice erection's surreal mistic heights Wayward excursions and catenary's bight Communal collusions of harmonies site Ethereal subsistence on exsertion's light Lingam and yoni are indefatigably tight Exponential overload was communities plight Semantic regalia is myriad temptation Finite being a mutual oblation Vicarious recalcitrance an obeisant sensation Conception's vastness like an incalculable equation   Ephemeral effulgence is indomitable pervasion Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion Succinct salience is symbiotic allegory Fecundity's verve a transcendent promontory Imperative ascension the conjunctive's divinatory Audacity's exigence and fertility's invocatory Erotica's erectile like mentality's trajectory Futurity's fatidic and inherent delusory **** it fell right over like categorical imperative's contradictory
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Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 11:46 AM UTC
Resurrecting the Tower of Babel
For this day lay sudden undeathly amongst much life ' love. That if us too beloved bards be as one upon this plane, what greatness hast been to humanity. Shakespeare O Shakespeare, here wilt this life bear our sweetest love? With the spirit of troves hereby truity, what would be of thy rave. I thank thee for such guidance in these arts, more so bestow by whom speakth by the frequencies of the frame. These verses etch'd in stone mayst grind this Earth with goodness. For that even in future, man is evil and his content is low, he hath the word of the bard. To day things be not so slim that man mayst do things he canst not limn but it is by nature his grace is holy. Be it the painter, calligrapher, sculptor, and so the musician- all things lie great for these men and women with anyway they are to be in tune. I thank all wordsmiths of this phaseless art. All whom partaken in the arts fine and fair, I hope it remains a subtle way. Should this form not go astray no matter the one. It should forevermore be for the greater good of the Kosmos, the greater good of mortal life. To beyond is possible by the word or by the sound of tether'd consciousness. This is not all, more is all and we hast yet more. In this time I taketh it as mine. I remember O Shakespeare, I remember thee. Worrit not for relevance of thy excellence, it is eternal and is to be. As thou saith; 'To be or not to be' I in this frame saith but the same, 'of or of not' so shall it be known. This world without the bitterness of poetry is a world void. The verses spew'd by this passion art noble, gentle, but fierce to where no ordinaries canst trod. Only those with the light of the greatest substances of spirit so genuine. Shakespeare o gallant one, rest...rest upon thy crypt. By thy word rest easy and if so the world is sway'd in cause of man's ego and rage I shall soothe thy stone long the crescent moon above that fluoresces god's acre. Mine thanks Shakespeare, thou hast mine thanks. For us all I'll keep poetry and true lit alive for the greater good of humanity, for the sake of salience.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
Tribute to Shakespeare - "Remember Me" W. Shakespeare
For this day lay sudden undeathly amongst much life ' love. That if us too beloved bards be as one upon this plane, what greatness hast been to humanity. Shakespeare O Shakespeare, here wilt this life bear our sweetest love? With the spirit of troves hereby truity, what would be of thy rave. I thank thee for such guidance in these arts, more so bestow by whom speakth by the frequencies of the frame. These verses etch'd in stone mayst grind this Earth with goodness. For that even in future, man is evil and his content is low, he hath the word of the bard. To day things be not so slim that man mayst do things he canst not limn but it is by nature his grace is holy. Be it the painter, calligrapher, sculptor, and so the musician- all things lie great for these men and women with anyway they are to be in tune. I thank all wordsmiths of this phaseless art. All whom partaken in the arts fine and fair, I hope it remains a subtle way. Should this form not go astray no matter the one. It should forevermore be for the greater good of the Kosmos, the greater good of mortal life. To beyond is possible by the word or by the sound of tether'd consciousness. This is not all, more is all and we hast yet more. In this time I taketh it as mine. I remember O Shakespeare, I remember thee. Worrit not for relevance of thy excellence, it is eternal and is to be. As thou saith; 'To be or not to be' I in this frame saith but the same, 'of or of not' so shall it be known. This world without the bitterness of poetry is a world void. The verses spew'd by this passion art noble, gentle, but fierce to where no ordinaries canst trod. Only those with the light of the greatest substances of spirit so genuine. Shakespeare o gallant one, rest...rest upon thy crypt. By thy word rest easy and if so the world is sway'd in cause of man's ego and rage I shall soothe thy stone long the crescent moon above that fluoresces god's acre. Mine thanks Shakespeare, thou hast mine thanks. For us all I'll keep poetry and true lit alive for the greater good of humanity, for the sake of salience.
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With a background track of Still cool desert air I am capable Despite hopeless rhetoric waves To focus on an image of prominence Receive, I can, this moment My skin seems to appreciate The cloudless desert bathing New Mexican green chili Digests slowly in euphoric pulses An ecstasy in newness An esthetic level of interest Opening its petals to a sunrise But the sun has set Lost track of time I'm not usually up at this hour Lost track of tomorrow's worry Not even sure what it was or for Laid before me in stark clarity Secret cosmic powers to the best imagination sources Indeed, the essential novelty of it all Primative forces that foretell A forgotten language I know intimately Only given to the subscribers Of the magnificent     graceful rə-ˌzē-ˈstän(t)s To shackles, or any limits To the most boundless breaths All friends at the mountaintop All love on dirt streets All simple All art Life is Beautiful It's not over It has returned in Enormity
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
salience
around me are civilians struggling with what it means to be normal. stuck in a loop of society's standards and how their parents raised them. A plethora of mental chaos and the burden of growing. around me is myself struggling with what it means to be normal. lost inside the idea of being in control of something. Their normal has a face. It’s an object, or found at a place. My normal is void of human characteristics- it is all solidified inside this lost memory that rips my limbic system into an endless limbo of hyper vigilance and manicness I am a vigilante at best. My normal is foreign. My normal is a girl with a slanted face sitting in class wondering why the tip of her pencil feels like a vice grip- why the words from a professor’s lips sounds like grooming- when in reality she's stuck in a trance. She's stuck inside the time she got bribed for intimacy stuck in a time where she thought trust was lust and that little girls we're supposed to be submissive. She's hanging by the thread of her thoughts realizing these are memories- realizing she cannot stitch up the holes inside of them. That all this bad **** isn't actually a daydream that she can just fidget and blink and pinch her way out of. So now she has to learn to cope- while she has an hour & a half to take an exam and her mind is void of any information. She has never been taught a lesson that she didn't teach herself. I have never been taught a lesson that I wasn’t manipulated into learning. So forgive me- Bc my wish to be normal is your struggle. Forgive me because this trauma isn't a competition but I can't help feeling like I'm losing can’t help but wish I was in the place of others. Can’t help but feel like my childhood is nothing but an ankle monitor keeping me distant from myself. I am carrying around this burdening that no one has any idea what to do with. I am drowning in the idea someone else will ever be able to help me. I'm drowning in the idea of solitude and independence- That loneliness will someday feel like progress. That this pencil will no longer feel like a vice grip. I am choking on the absence of words just dead air and radio silence. This salience, here on this stage- will swallow me whole. The only place I can call home. This type of normal chains itself to me.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Man Amongst Wolves.
around me are civilians struggling with what it means to be normal. stuck in a loop of society's standards and how their parents raised them. A plethora of mental chaos and the burden of growing. around me is myself struggling with what it means to be normal. lost inside the idea of being in control of something. Their normal has a face. It’s an object, or found at a place. My normal is void of human characteristics- it is all solidified inside this lost memory that rips my limbic system into an endless limbo of hyper vigilance and manicness I am a vigilante at best. My normal is foreign. My normal is a girl with a slanted face sitting in class wondering why the tip of her pencil feels like a vice grip- why the words from a professor’s lips sounds like grooming- when in reality she's stuck in a trance. She's stuck inside the time she got bribed for intimacy stuck in a time where she thought trust was lust and that little girls we're supposed to be submissive. She's hanging by the thread of her thoughts realizing these are memories- realizing she cannot stitch up the holes inside of them. That all this bad **** isn't actually a daydream that she can just fidget and blink and pinch her way out of. So now she has to learn to cope- while she has an hour & a half to take an exam and her mind is void of any information. She has never been taught a lesson that she didn't teach herself. I have never been taught a lesson that I wasn’t manipulated into learning. So forgive me- Bc my wish to be normal is your struggle. Forgive me because this trauma isn't a competition but I can't help feeling like I'm losing can’t help but wish I was in the place of others. Can’t help but feel like my childhood is nothing but an ankle monitor keeping me distant from myself. I am carrying around this burdening that no one has any idea what to do with. I am drowning in the idea someone else will ever be able to help me. I'm drowning in the idea of solitude and independence- That loneliness will someday feel like progress. That this pencil will no longer feel like a vice grip. I am choking on the absence of words just dead air and radio silence. This salience, here on this stage- will swallow me whole. The only place I can call home. This type of normal chains itself to me.
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I saw her first time, time stooped for a while Accelerated heartbeat, beautiful salience I knew that was love on first site She was unknown in a beautiful way I thought she was my peer in all my age With synergy of all my courage and energy I went to her to say "I Love You" BABY And she told me What do you know about me
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
What do you know about me ??