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Evaldas Eseth Dec 2010
Every passing minute,
Penetrates us with new implants,
Of dynamic stability,
Of anxious comfortability

Fixing until they're obsolete,
Machine flies in fleets,
Rust in our sterile neurons,
Symmetry causing deforms

An arcane glitch,
Until the illumination
Of our steel plated souls,
An untouchable virus,
Not alone but
Imaginary friends
Or personal nemeses,
Under the dust hides us

Fate lost its impact,
Before the very birth,
In self excusing motherboards

Entities of creation
Or accidental subelement relation,
Beings of chaos at unclarity,
No stalemate, always in action,
What's ever born of it,
Presumes towards destruction
Created 08 December 2010
Clovina Dec 2013
Can you ever tell me what you wish to be?
What do you plan to be?
Will you tell me?
Or will I need to wait for an Eternity?

What would you do if Faith and Trust were never meant to be?
Would Chaos rule  with Insanity?
Minds of Ecstasy?
Or will the answers be Uncertainty?

Would the World of Madness come to be?
What would it even mean?
Are we all equally Free?
Why are there hidden forms of Slavery?

Can you ever tell me if I'm losing Sanity?
A Mad Mind that you may see?
Hidden Secrets that are never meant to be?
Shared with the hidden walls of Maddening Unclarity...
Josh May 2013
Does nothing matter?
Is matter nothing but dancing shattered galaxies pushing and shoving each other?

And on Earth, is it worth thinking?
That I'm just a piece of eternal dirt thinking that I'm just a piece of dirt thinking?

We're all just stars, tasting humanity for an instant.
In all its fallacies, we're systems of suns that love ****** without resistance.

With the assistance of Christian values and armed pistols.
Harmful as ignorance is blissful, we're still missing the deal.

We're still ******* away the real position to feel. We're still wishing down the same ol' wishing wells
and hoping to Christ they're real.

Worse than guns, it's the waste of freedom -- It's unequal -- to **** the hungry from a distance is still evil.

I fly atomically and everything else is informal.
What's normal? Where's God when things get so awful?

He's epidermal - like an antigermal lotion. A magic potion to nurture the thought that we're important.

We're all just stars, answering a call to be Human.
Let the cold bars that hold the others down remain open till my life is dormant.

And our heads are still cluttered and cloth covered.
Filled with an age-old confusion straight from ol' Mohammed's cupboard.

They fool us with cooked messages from book passages that preach love.
Scare us into being apparatuses of a God above.

That's why society is shattered. It's what's wrong with the world.
The perennial infancy of thought that's forced unto our boys and girls.

Such unclarity, that's baked into our childrens' recipe. It's insanity to think that we don't just turn back into energy.

I'm not religiously inspired to forgive,
nor have the insidious desire to live to inspire religious permittance.

I prefer a future purpose undiscovered.
A death dimension still covered from religions' crazy buffer.
Matalie Niller May 2012
Our Father, who art in heaven
I have some confessions.
I am terrified.
Of what?
Everthing.
I break into plague-like bubonic hives when I worry about THE future, my future,
any future because it does not involve any of the nows.
Moments of newness and unclarity, of strangers and distant conversations of topics I know not of yet,
weeks in agony trying to earn money for rent,
days waiting for a sign, in the form of a plus or minus, to dictate whether or not
a parasite grows in my womb.
Father, I sin daily
for I am a glutton
in my eyes.
I see flaws in my appearence,
though no horrible disfigurements exist;
in my thoughts, this is even more unforgivable,
the invention of sorrows that are not mine,
the pitiful desire for perfection.
I feel I do not deserve the wonders that I have.
Grant me the ability to feel secure and grateful
rather than worthless and guilty.
Oh brother, woe is nobody
for all is too good to waste,
yet nearly impossible to entirely feel.
jeffrey robin Dec 2010
morning yields a clearer vision
of our sense of total unclarity

we pose, we peruse
eachother
insanely drooling

aghast at our  innanity

------

she naked-ed my vision with pure
indecision
amid the confusion that we call "f--king"

i thought to throw her on the bed
and beat her up
BUT
we had done that already
so
we just stood in the middle of reality
listening
to the children wailing

--

it was good

------

pornographically induced prostitution
seems to be the key
to a higher education

we play with ourselves
we play and play

til the "toys" are broken

and we are broken

and then we face

with utter clarity
and incission

the true nature
of our prison
Molly O Feb 2013
I have now moved on.
Or at least I like to think I have.
I no longer feel the urge to contact you, but I must admit I do still long for you to make one final move.
And I know that if you did,
No matter how much your previous silence and unclarity has harmed me,
I would respond with pace and content, simply because you though of me.
Yes.
I do still want this feeling to disappear,
However,
I believe I still cling onto it,
With what little strength remains within me,
For the simple, unexplainable need I have to feel.
Something.
Anything...

Without feeling life is all too dull and unbearable.
Even if this feeling I bear is not necessarily a comforting one,
It is in my opinion, better than the
Empty,
Hopeless,
Excruciating
Feeling



of



nothing.
marc rios Mar 2019
Vague, a word used for uncertainity
Vague, a word used for unclarity
Vague, a word used for your sincerity

You know why your sincerity?
Because your love for me is uncertain
Even a telescope cant see it clearly
For it possess so much unclarity

You should accept me
Not because i accept you
Accept me
Because you accept me

Love me
Not because i love you
Love me
Because you love me
Lily Atilt Jul 2014
If you made my portrait, you
would piece construction paper scraps,
brightly colored bird's wings, flat
like flowers because
how else do you capture
a colorful personality?

but even you could not escape the
sunlit-glare cracks, fluttering in
the hot blast of its vacant truths
and pregnant lies and crystal
unclarity, sparkling like jewels
on the neck of a thanksgiving turkey.

Paint the emptiness with a mirror-- that's all it takes
Questions can fall up for all I care
because when darkness lights up your face
reality slides into place
the lock clicks, now let's embrace
and you're in love with a meaningless picture.
I S A A C Jul 2023
stepping from the shadows into the penumbra
violent salty seas return to chaotic calms
i understood in the beginning but i’ve lost the plot along
the way, days bleed into days, mistakes live in the grey
tumbling towards the sea from cloud nine dreams
idealistic, unrealistic, done climbing the tree
done trying to see
past the unclarity, revoke my charity
done climbing the tree
L Sep 2015
When memories fade into the darkness, the one that sits at the edge of your eyeballs, and clearness becomes the most filled with unclarity
you are not allowed to remember because your foggy, mushy brain is stuck on REPEAT
  And the checkups, tuneups, improvements and replacements of your daily life only lead you to be irreparably shattered
  The measly repair is only a grim patched quilt of an unlucky (and unloved) being
   To ease the muddy water that keeps you stuck you must LISTEN TO SEE

(That touching is feeding and you need to be full.)

Do not listen to the useless urges that may be thrown your way by the trickster in your hair
He is only there to make you worse
Noelle Dec 2016
Vapid.
Benign.
Glossy uninhabited orbs, sunken into my waxen skin. My rib cage rattles with rutted breath, breathing seems foreign. Tempestuous is the cage that holds my temper. I hate myself more than anyone could fathom within an evening, within a drink at a bar, within the xanax I swallow once, twice, three times to forget the love around me that I do not receive.

Once. Twice. Three knocks at the stall of the bathroom I've found myself unconscious in. Unfamiliar graffiti, unfamiliar hands around me, gravitating towards my face, the unclarity of my actions calls out to me. I do not know this place. I do not my soul in this moment. Incoherent thoughts stumble around my mind, trying to right myself enough to raise up off the frozen, unyielding tile I've found my shell nested on.  

The drive home is incessant . Eons go by glaring like the red lights I run to escape the seconds I left behind in the toilet. Cornered like an animal in my own home, I tear myself asunder, my flesh seethes against itself, abhorred that this , this is what I was given. A prison I can never escape from, relentless. Ruthless. Ashen cavernous ravines bloom forth from my skin. The metal slithers across sallow pulp, trying to connect parts of myself that were never meant to fit. Unabashed at the sudden onslaught of depreciating humor in situation. I long to be safe within the wall I have built for myself, housed myself, grown for only myself. Repercussion is an unfamiliar fleeting feeling when I seethe hatred for my soul so wholly. When I emanate the unmitigated repugnance for who I've grown into a person. Subdued by the caress of the silk blanket on my skin, I vacate my conscious, freely, boorish. Clouded nights reflect the obstructed thoughts that lull me into unconsciousness, as I dream of another day where I feel the love, skin, the smell of someone who is home in my mind, so that I may for one unabashed moment feel languid and serene.
One day that I might feel a  part of an everlasting universe that revolves around the moonstuck effervesce emanating from the whole I've been missing.
Vanessa Gatley Feb 2019
Unclarity
Now
I
Vouch
Everything
Real
School
It there teach
You
KorbydAngyle Sep 2022
Go to astringent hurled globs from killing viscous slop
The gaul if believed comes from the hearts inside cuts bruises and a broad scoff
Little prancing feet are the guilt and glee yet un fortuitous of the be all of deathly infinity
Old seeing eyes yearning for pancake morphing clarity
Live un calmed by the unclarity, the wilted force of downed dandelions and squashed dreams
What little I could claim to elevate still languishes in the unknown
For senses are not direction and habits are retro dysfunction full blown
Center your courtship finely crafted thinly set close minded abominations
As the ***** tightens the justice from ethereal destinations glosses over and you begin to believe your annihilation
Lude acts voracity pompous foes glassy couture freezes and begins once more
Can you believe that sands and forest, oceans and stream are behaving in synch with the world of next generation dreams
Or are you part of the cause and effect spillway a fink and a rat Sporadic memories are conclusive the  future shall remember you as that  
No cause for devolved world where special lives are cast to poverty that smiles in the new American systems for the grande scope of
jimmying the media ******* means...you shall rest on your silken pillows so clean
While the fishes rot the skies turn to brown in a pallor of drastic debased ******* scatter rashes burning lungs and causing health deprivation
The stupid pastimes become picnics in dust and the one free will for all and a self choice becomes oxygen masks on the denial nation
what's about making engines that run on hydrogen etc for ***** sake!
Travis Green Apr 2022
His muscularity is my deepest high, my shining undefined excitement
I concede to his stellar starlight splendiferousness, become a flaming
Chain-smoker, hooked on his hot stuff,  steady smoking his dopeness
The essential sensual scent of him drawing me into perpetual ecstasy
My breath is brimming with his dreaminess, impossibly coughing up
Smooth, lush seduction, crazy hot passion traveling in the rick thick air
While I stare around me in mental unclarity, smashed on his rapturous
Ripped rarity, lingering in my thoughts, sparked up, caressing
My flesh with lecherous feelings of him crowding my psyche

What a bright bewitching sight he is in my view, in my dreams
Where his smoothly ripe fineness reigns supreme, where his ripping
Rock-hard chest radiates the best ****** excitement ever
I am hopped up on his marvelocity like Molly, feeding my system
With his captivating contagious engagingness, cosmic crashing charm
Solid aggressive spectacle, an irresistible, irreplaceable phenomenon

Look at me misbehaving outrageously, I am undoubtedly beside myself My senses shut off, enthralled by his blazing flex game
With luscious lickable tattoos, he directs me to his ingratiating alleyway Of aestheticism and eroticism, chart-topping thugness, silky loving seductiveness Afro macho Casanova, showy soul-lit maestro
I can feel him cascading down my slopy glowing throat
How he gives me intense wildness, suffuses me with sexually
Intoxicating incents while I gape at his splashy brass-bound instrument
I am exceedingly tripping off his magically gripping acid
I can’t decipher anything around me anymore, all I can envision
Is a high-profile and luxurious world with us in love with each other

Perhaps I am over the top, shell-shocked, hip-hopping nonstop
Pierced in the heart by his hard-hitting vicious bullet
Thick with explosive electricness, sleek penetrating passion
Deluxe high-speed hotness, sharp stinging masculinity
Streamlined divineness, coax me into the enchanting motion
Of his warm, winsome wetness, incapable of stopping the ****** thoughts That ensue one after the other, making me so twisted
In his deliciously throbbing remarkableness, rapt and wrapped
In his hypnotic magicious sweetness, dwelling on the feeling
Of slurping on his immersive universal rarity, ******* his physics

Slow stroke the chemical equations around the shiny surface
Find the area of the curve in his perfectness, such sweet elemental
Elegancy, dapper derivatives draped in his deep dynamic dreams
Hot lush trigonometry, riveting logarithms, lubricate his amazingness
With my saliva abounding in creatively complex Calculus
He doesn’t know what he does to my soul, how I feel like I could
Run a marathon, win effortlessly, perform backflips, speak slick lit ****
He got me going, going and enjoying his upbeat vibe, desiring to ride
His rollercoaster, buckle up for safety measures, let him take off slowly And as we approach a crescendo of irreproachably smoking excitingness He takes me into his scorchingly sizzling ecstasy
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2019
Catholicism, the Sacred, the secular, me
                     ambiguity
  
               questing for to see
                yet still unclarity

             trying to build, break free
          hopes, fears, wishes, dreams
                others can also be
          bridges from troubled Time
                to accepting Eternity

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