"synapsis" poems - Hello Poetry

These lost years of loneliness and social depravity Have left me with nothing except this written tragedy I sat and watched as the walls of my life crumbled away Into this contorted sensation twisting through dismay These ceaseless rememberance sessions screaming inside A dead fixed stare on old friends taking cyanide These bonds have come together in such a swift motion And, just as fast they've came to their abrubt destruction Dispersing any tint of mutual belonging from view Molding a sad landscape of sighs and failing virtue Watching as the remnants of my relationships loiter The catacombs of these stockpiled confession letters If only I could say anything my empathy had to tell me My skeletal pose might have perched upright in a higher degree And I would of have grown to a more formidable size A clear cut aspiration that I never came to realize Until all that I held grew too big for me to carry and left me to stumble and sleep at the cemetary Scratching dead love songs on century old gravestones Where the forgotten have slept for generations alone Hoping the crude penmanship might grace a weary heart Or help a looming ghost feel a taste of love and depart From the fog filled graveyard parade that it dwells A final ringing from the synapsis of the greif bells Sparking the ruin of a memory that doesn't seem real A fading echo of a brotherhood I wish I could still feel Detached from a reality that lurks in a decrepit imagery Reshaping my empty cognition through a fake neuro surgery I've reached the point where I have no reason to find A replacement for all these buried pictures astray in my mind

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC

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These lost years of loneliness and social depravity Have left me with nothing except this written tragedy I sat and watched as the walls of my life crumbled away Into this contorted sensation twisting through dismay These ceaseless rememberance sessions screaming inside A dead fixed stare on old friends taking cyanide These bonds have come together in such a swift motion And, just as fast they've came to their abrubt destruction Dispersing any tint of mutual belonging from view Molding a sad landscape of sighs and failing virtue Watching as the remnants of my relationships loiter The catacombs of these stockpiled confession letters If only I could say anything my empathy had to tell me My skeletal pose might have perched upright in a higher degree And I would of have grown to a more formidable size A clear cut aspiration that I never came to realize Until all that I held grew too big for me to carry and left me to stumble and sleep at the cemetary Scratching dead love songs on century old gravestones Where the forgotten have slept for generations alone Hoping the crude penmanship might grace a weary heart Or help a looming ghost feel a taste of love and depart From the fog filled graveyard parade that it dwells A final ringing from the synapsis of the greif bells Sparking the ruin of a memory that doesn't seem real A fading echo of a brotherhood I wish I could still feel Detached from a reality that lurks in a decrepit imagery Reshaping my empty cognition through a fake neuro surgery I've reached the point where I have no reason to find A replacement for all these buried pictures astray in my mind