May be a bit pretentious, but meh... World Fed by a Monster Long desperately to shake off This psychotropic malaise. This desperation for intoxication Will not stop our pain. When monsters run us round in circles, We'll only lay false blame. And then we'll strife and struggle on, All blinded by our faith. Another wretched year will pass, This world of dreary brown. How long, God, will this shit last? How far is the drop down? We live in alienation, Not social harmony. I long for a brand new nation, And somewhere I can breath. So when you see that monster next, The one that stops our dreams, You'll see that it's just you and I, And nothing inbetween.
Going through a notebook from last semester, these are a little rough, I post them regardless. Floodlight Seas Through floodlight beams a raindrop dreams of falling. As it lands on my face the pattern each droplet makes has no order I can tell. So why miss the chance, to get naked and dance, then stare up at the sky? Why fear getting wet, when its more fun to forget? You know you love the rain. Here the stars aren't light. I just lie awake at night, and mull over escape. Cause there's nowhere to go, on the fourtienth floor, when you miss true home. Some animal urge says go out, just to wander about, and I always listen. Now the sun is breaking through, a morning rainbow ensues. God, it is beautiful. An Alliterated Altercation another altered army aims all its ammo at art and asphault amazing actors and actresses anticipate the audiences agreement AGAIN! Untitled shiny steel slowly sinks through soft skin seductively it steals a soul soberly, it satisfies a strange secret sex and salt seep slide to the sacred stone sacrifice to the solstice sun necessary to the serpent she slowly sings a silent song now another day has begun Fear we who fly down dark wet streets tread shady alleys to deal in secret we who live without concern for death we've only one fear,the draft.
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" - William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company: I gazed - and gazed - but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Darkness on the abandoned road-- cars pass adjacent to us, blurred lights and shallow engine sounds fade into the distance. Transfixed, we lay on cracked asphalt, behind decrepit barriers, hidden to all but one another. Our passions emanate in soft-spoken whispers. We ask simple questions with convoluted answers. And I see in the light of my cigarette, the languid pains on each face, perplexed with life, yet unafraid. I wonder if I will pass these friends, these places, with the indifference of the solemn night rider, contained in his world, pushing on for the road ahead, and never looking back. I may forget how I arrived, yet there is the memory, and the sublimity I felt which has etched these highways in glass.
I just felt like making something terrible, crazy but cool. I hoped for a starry night, but its raining and thats not the case. Theres nothing new but my mind keeps on revealing the same old things. Its a lovely plan life, keep on living share your activity and help the people expand. It could go on forever but what I really wonder is what it began.
Woah thats deep dude, make me ask some very big questions such as once was there every nothing forever and if space expands infinetly can it ever be full. You freaked me out with such ferocity and power.
It doesn't make sense--the color of this beauty. When I close my eyes I can feel the throbbing hearts of thousands of animals--living organisms existing within their own natural space. I can sense the trees breathing, the bushes conversing. As I hold the hand of this dark creature, I feel its pulse and my mind telepathically communicates with his. I wake up, in some quasi-containment cell aboard a ship. And the world is swaying, my voice isn't heard. I'm just resounding against cold stone walls, wailing for a glimpse of freedom, lost and descending into this effervescent spiral. I wake up, submerged deep beneath the ocean. And the blue waves crowding above me are beautiful, splintering the rays of sunlight in a platitude of spectral elements. I can almost touch the air with my crispy fingers, but my heart starts pounding to the point where I know I'm not going to wake up.
I just want to feel lost in your words and all that's good --left inside you. The warmth of your tight grip, it loosens but I hold fast And now I'm wishing you were here again ;regretting all the terrible things I said. I'm sorry. because no matter how electrifying your love was I was [like wood..] insusceptible to your conduction. But no distance could map the dynamics of our chemistry beautiful yet so destructive our little stormy weather.
Relapsing on Thoughts of You. Hearts drawn together then mine taken away, Locked up alone in a dungeon called home. Beating rhythms of sorrow and yearning for what was, Living in a memory, hoping you will still be there. Upon escape i run straight to you, Thumping the song of hope, love and eternal happiness. Only to find out that you're gone. A lonely heart now beats not, But writhes in anguish in the gallop of a broken song. Clinging to every remnant of you, Hoping that you don't need her like i need you. Until he comes along. He sparks an interest, wraps the wounds. His heart tells me he'll make me better, he'll make me happy again. He'll give me the life that you ripped away. And like a bandaid he works, covering the bloody mess of hurt. And then you ripped it off. All it took was one acknowledgement from you and i was hooked. You ripped off the bandaid before it was ready, You pulled apart the delicate clots of pain and suffering. You opened me up and pulled me back to you. You made me relapse, unable to escape your sweet intoxication. To you like a drug i am addicted. I will be forever yours, body, mind and soul. Like with a drug, the withdrawal of you will shred me apart from the inside out. Like a drug, in the end, you will kill me. this is a poem i wrote about a guy i really love..but can't have </3
brilliance, beauty and love, darkness, loss and hate, who knew such opposites could live in such close proximity? powdered inspiration invading soft nasal tissue, colourful pills sliding down skin of the esophagus, liquid infinity in a plastic syringe. so glamorous and inviting, tempting, calling, demanding. give in once and open your mind to a world otherwise unknown to us. offer your body to the warm, comforting fingers of intoxication and fall in love. with this love, you can experience the true brilliance and beauty of our planet. Then, all of a sudden, the love is gone. the sparkling inferiority vanishes, is replaced. You won't like the replacement. Lust replaces love, need replaces lust. no more soft caress of the new and exciting, but a squeeze of razor fists, cutting deeper and deeper until you get your fix. deeper and deeper you'll plunge into the dark abyss of deprivation, that one line is no longer enough. with your scraggly hair and jutting bones, there is no more beauty or love. your world will be ugly. and another one i just wrote now
I tried to tell my story, and someone deleted it! Then I gave it all I got, I even toned down. And what did I get back, a slap in the face! I told the spiders in my pillows to stop trying. I woke up to see my face turned down into a frown. All I recieved was a puzzle, and one kid even told the truth. He spoke about a moment where everything made sense. Which coincided with what I was learning about making cents. And when the time came I stretched out in bed, an inch taller. I carried the magic around with me everywhere I went. Then I went to the store, just to buy some food. When I entered the store it was like a game, dodge. Buy, look good, keep on the fast track for good. Then I came to the first line, and I saw my girlfriend. Her sister too, she looked at me like, yes, thats him. What I experienced next shocked me to say the most. I experienced a mental lapdance as this soft nymph was listening to music, and shifting her bottom around under her thin pajama pants, I felt like little Red who had just gotten eaten by the wolf mother. Then I woke up again, I had a few gestures left. I'm getting texts on my phone, like who's this? And I'm like I don't know I guess I'll guess. Are you some code breaker or something? No, I'm just a little turned on by our situation.
I'm dead, but I'm still breathing. Nothing gets past me. Thank god for all of these memories, and the honesty which shows me the golden path I always tried to see. I can't sort through all of these visions to change the past. Or change the future just by guessing what happens next. But I can enjoy the suture of my culture and change change into hash, water and dirt, seeds and light combined making this life all the more enjoyable just in time during the turn of the century when were just learning to ryhme.
i got thinking about when your eyes trip out on weed, and everything is "cartoonish" or how i describe it as, everything is really clear and in-focus but moving? anyways you get the point i relate that to how it's similar to putting on glasses it needs work but here ya go: when i see your face it's like putting on glasses i can see the world not the way it was but how it is the lines become more distinct lines to cross lines to break lines to create words become clean, sharped edged printed letters can become beautiful words can be read read all over your face only i can take off my lenses so the truth can go away and the world can be a blur once more
he truth of her eyes reflect like the ocean The fire of her heart burns like the sun and the beauty of her concious affinity is matched only by that helen of troy Inpiring men like me to fight for her across the centuries
You inspired me man. I walked along the road. Cities faded, cars my ever present reminder, of life passed by. Left it. The dark places, the shallow ones. Les Miserables, to find my own. So as I walk, I ponder, who am I looking for? What is my destination? Memories flip like cards being dealt. "One does not take a journey for the end." Smiles. I am still walking. No longer a captive of my cages. No longer chained by my perceptions. No longer held back by imperfection. Jauntily now, I stride. Purposely, guided. Where to? Where is necessary? I am just the walker.
kind of reminded me of this wanderlust stagnant prisoner behind bars of tradition family ties and religion boxcar dreams which never come to fruition take off at night cold lonely winter night bundled for safe and secular warmth fly away from that worn out home theres more to see more cities and more trees like that poem you pen that doodle or rhythm repeated again and again too many bland days cant be spiced with friends seen all this before these reruns waste life so off into cold biting winter breath illuminating invigorating intrusive alien cold cram hands in coat pockets wrap them tight about core to preserve warm do not retrace a step do not backspace a line just keep going on on and on and on and on realize you really are gone then think of mom, the swing set, hot soup catch yourself in the act quit rereading lines its just time to move on and on questions we keep asking but do not know how to pose maybe correct words are out there maybe somewhere on the road maybe find a few answers maybe create a new question go out in this world inside is purgatory inside is a desolate featureless barren desert of uniform sleepless self-unactualized light cycles outside there is rhythm
Standing in the crowd I can feel the pain, No one understands because I just can't explain, It's like the feeling in your stomach when your on a swing, steadily falling I want to scream, I can get off anytime; its like a dream, But this ride suppose to be fun, So I give it a little longer and put down the gun. I know the poetry I've submitted is really dark; I've got happier stuff now, but I believe we grow through our pain and can relate better to others knowing that your not alone.