"subconciousness" poems
F ickle summer [and general] pass-time. Though you hardly
A cknowledge me, I meditate on the virtual probability of our
N on-existent romance, incessantly. Just as I make an effort to
A ttempt to bury you in a dark corner of my subconciousness, you
T ext me! Once again giving me just enough attention so that I'm
I ndifferent to your self-centred, egoistic, promiscuous nature and
C ompletely falling for you instead, as I've done, since the day we first met.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
Fallacious masks embodied with despondency and pessimism;
Darkened notions of subconciousness painted with an agglomeration of colours and shapes.
We are too naïve.
A plinth of porcelain holds an emptiness full of blasphemy,
As if it were an ornament of the prodigal son.
Our insides turn from white to crimson,
And the outside world maintains its tarnished brass colour,
Counterfeiting gold.
We are all covered in the inordinate dirt of our sins.
Wash your body well and let the blue lead you home.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
Visions of a searing pain heading straight for you, the oblivious.
Noght terrors and pro f etic dreams tossed to the way side with all the other so-called profetic doomsday losers. As the sword of thought touches your neck youd rather slip into non resistant subconciousness. Weak and inward looking masses of babies ******* life into thier wants and screaming for attention. The world of touch offers no deliverance. It distracts the soul. It blocks compassion and feeds greed. Power stoked by the few torture and consume the masses as they are cyphened into a must do way of living. Wake up get your freedom back by denouncing all you have and walk into an outstreched hand and collect the trapped, downloaders of destruction and walj together pay nothing use only what is fair and change the world. Disconnected from money and pain, enjoy true power and the gift of a simple life.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Is there a life within this life?
Every day, after my day job
all that's left of me
is a body demanding rest
just to get enough energy
for the same routine
in the following day.
I don't get out,
and I am limited in spending
the rest of my time
in nothingness.
I have blamed everything
enough that I couldn't
see the point
of blaming anymore.
I have ran out of resources
inside the corners of my brain
to explain myself or at least lay down
the right words
for effective deliverance.
I have tried so hard on people,
I have tried so hard for myself
and I don't believe that anything could possibly change anytime soon.
It's hard to be me
and no one's noticing it
except me in my own perspective.
I used to believe in friendship,
young age, positive thinking
but it seems
that the world around me
is showing quite the opposite.
What could be done?
Is there something out there
that could help me turn things
around, anything other than
the acceptance of the thought
that there is a God
who is omni present
and knows what I am
specifically going through
and that with all of his—
he'll save me?
I am in a part where
I am the only one left to talk to
about this, and for so many years
I have been with myself,
alone with myself,
I lost the capability
of remaining above
of where I am below of
right now.
I am not completely numb,
not yet I suppose
because I can still feel things
such as stress, restlessness,
anxiety and anything
that has nothing to do
with a healthy state of mind.
Also, I keep having these
surreal subconcious thoughts
about running towards
speeding cars
and
jumping on high places
which a normal person
would never think of
but it's not really alarming,
for the average person
like me
who's
battering the body
against the ham
must also have their
subconciousness
begging for this timely
horrendous routine to stop
but I guess unemployment
would just cause us withdrawal.
Get it?
(I guess I don't know how to
distinguish the sound of
a normal person from
an average person)
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC