"worthlessly" poems
When did I detach myself from the current of reality,
eternally fused to the nothingness that awaits us?
To become a slave of dreams and machinations.
When did I become another heartbeat,
longing for fantasies of love,
only to find the anguish that comes from human desire.
Knowing that we are powerless to our fascinations.
How many days go by, as we long to be remembered?
For art, for name, for doing, for living
only to reach the same end of obscurity.
They call me a deconstructionist, a detester of life.
But are we not worthlessly tied to this current of life?
We are born with no concepts, no meaning, an echo of what is to come.
& that same echo escapes us in the end.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC
Sweats have turned blood
My legs are weak
Temporary turning me *******
I can no longer move
Not a single step forward
My sorrow overwhelming, consuming
I've travelled alone, left alone
Hopelessly helpless in my journey
In this tunnel of depression
I'm condemned to suffer forever
But wait!
I see something
I can finally see
the end of the tunnel
from where I worthlessly lie
Greeting me with a shiny light
As bright as sun
Light, they say is hope, assurance, intrepidity,
life, end of darkness, new beginning...
Help is here!
The suffering is almost over
The curse of an unending loneliness
Is broken, perhaps
Find me strength
To drag myself once more
To endure the pain one last time, hopefully
Yes! Light!
It brightens per each pace I move
But what if it is a train approaching?
What if it's only a figment of my imagination?
Just like the last time - countless times
It makes things worse each time, quite deceptive
And yet, it feels, like them all
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 4:17 AM UTC
Disturbed in my every step,
Made me feel like I was in debt,
Weight of this world seemed too great,
So I walk away and try to create,
A place to calm down, for me and the one,
But you brake the bounds and make it all gone
It makes my soul sick to hear your words,
As you worthlessly speak, only that you may afford,
In darkness, bearing death banners,
Such ****** and unholy,
I turned into you slowly,
This way you woke up a beast inside of me,
It looks through my eyes and sees most ****** dreams
My salvation has passed away,
Left my soul open but without a word to say,
Still I wasn't left all alone,
Inside me, a pale mistress called Hope,
She planted her roots in my mind,
Telling lies like to the ones who are blind,
Her essence was spilled inside of me,
But my blood seeks to be pure and free
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
Improperly inviting
Mutually corrupt
Soulfully repulsive
Wickedly tempting
Hesitantly falling
Inadequately open
Eagerly fearful
Lovingly ready
Sitting worthlessly
Sulking desperately
Thinking hatefully
Hurting intimately
Facing reality
Clinging dreamily
Losing stability
Loving lonely
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 11:19 PM UTC
for many years
I have dwelled
as a prisoner of
my own mind
constructing a realm
meant only to
possess nothing, but
my impenetrable cage
I was just
so very afraid
I hid myself
hid myself away
away from the
world that I
could have known
perhaps, the world
I should have
should have known...
forever to remain
camouflaged by the
by the dark
in shadows, deep
hidden from others
kept from the
the sunshine's light
kneeling in a
dark corner while
while I weep
...my rolling river's
pained, murky waters...
it was only
only no one
no one, but
myself and my
own heedless fears
I, a captive???
restrained and
tortured, tormented
by a being who
shows their face
a familiar face
every time I
I look into
her empty eyes
as they gaze
through abandoned,
forsaken abyss
into my own
where I stand
peering into my
my destructive mirror...
my innocence has
has been stolen
was ripped away
by the hand
the hand that
belongs to me
thrown into this
this strangling cage
this awful dungeon
a captive soul
made slave to
my very own
inner, quivering doubt
forced to wallow
in eternal blackness
just as one
one miserable, exhausted
sad and dying
one dying fool
... solely self-
-created void...
[ a prisoner who
who resides within
cold prison walls
in another's cell
that was made
built up around
the ground where
their feet, first, stood
fervently constructed
with very, very
very powerful
efficient hands... ]
eventually she'll meet
her cold death-bed
life's breath, wasted
wasted, worthlessly away
cruelty in her demise
the conclusion her
her own hands wrought
meticulously designed
her own personal
damnation portal
and just as her
world while living
she'd conquered nothing
nothing, but her
her dark, lonely tomb
airless wasteland
of timeless death...
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 11:21 PM UTC
In a dead baby’s eyes,
chest no longer heaves, throat no longer cries,
lies, dead, the choices of Humanity;
Individual choice or Social vanity.
And, either way, the way we go
leads us to and leads us fro.
When the last grave is filled;
When the last enemy lies killed;
When the last smoke from the last fire
rises up and up and yet no higher;
When the last tear is worthlessly shed;
When the last lament is sung for the dead;
When the valley of the shadow of death is no longer feared;
When evil and good disappear into the past, bleared;
Then and only then will time beat swords and plows to rust
and leave the stage clear for whomever must
stand triumphant, Adam and Eve, upon the stage
Humanity left in a silent and useless rage.
Lost, we did, the forest for the trees,
blind to what a dead baby sees . . .
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
When we met everything was incredible
Nothing ever stays the same
Loved ones always change over time
We have only ourselves to blame
It is never easy to move on
Never simple to let go
It is hard to give you up because
You are the only guy I really know
It hurts so bad I cannot even explain
How worthlessly empty you make me feel
I want to wake up tomorrow
And find out none of this is real
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
Words woven wordlessly and worthlessly. Effortlessly too, from the looks of it.
Seemingly sorry
Scarily serious
Flippilantly fluctuating with free fluency
Laughing lightly in between lies
Truthful tales told time and time again
Images embedded into eye sockets without care
Waves of emotion weaving and waning in the worst (best) way
Hopeful helping hands are only hardened by hurt
Dark and deep the voice of the destroyed
Unless light and laughing as they lie
Truth be told, the times of old tell tales of torture, triumph, and tragedy through tradition and tears
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
Here,
Here in the basement of my own
sorrows and pities,
I find no comfort from you.
You,
You say this is my fault; I havent
changed and loved.
Notice,
Notice that your the reason I'm here,
struggling and worthlessly waiting,
for your approval.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
flower petals; long dead
scattered about my empty bed
they symbolize the wilted love
the shriveled heart
the plucked feelings
they lay as worthlessly
as she feels to him
nothing special to these petals
the sad pedicel
the crying pistil
why did your flowers die
as soon as they touched my hands
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
A growing pain takes over slowly
Squeezing the breaths out of me
Heart racing faster, my head is spinning
Everything else has lost its meaning
Now it’s only you, the ghosts of your hand
Gripping my heart till I can’t stand
Scaling my body, touching me slowly
I forget your hands have never known me
I forget that you weren’t ever mine
But I spent my days looking for signs
That maybe you loved me even just a bit
And honestly, I even thought you did
I was convinced you did but wasn’t sure of it yet
That we had a connenction from the moment we met
But I forget that you were always somebody else’s
And I realized that it was not you, but I who felt the connection
Yet I can’t help but hold on to the last stage of hope
That maybe you only said you loved her just for show
Maybe you say it because you feel it’s your duty
Maybe you don’t really love her and instead love me
But I’m tired of holding on to hope worthlessly
I’m tired of waiting for you to love me
Because I don’t want to be second choice not just an option
I’m not a pit stop where you can periodically stop in
I’m a woman, a storm, a chaotic mess
The ocean, the skies contained in a dress
And the hands that will take place of your ghost in me
Will not grip my heart but help it beat
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
when we met, everything was incredible.
but nothing ever stays the same.
our loved ones always change over time.
we have only ourselves to blame.
it is never easy to move on,
and never simple to let go.
it is hard to give you up because
you are the only one i truely know.
it hurts so bad; i cannot even explain
how worthlessly empty you made me feel.
but please, let me wake up tomorrow
and find out none of this is real.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC