If you cut your fingertips
And add soudocreme after
Its the same feelin on a minor scale
Bleeds less
Souddooocreemmme
An ambitionless manchild attempts to vent his bottled emotions through gibberish labeled as poetry and creative writing. They're all about you, its always been about you; but there was a time before you and there will be a time after you.
Tuesday, 23 September 2014
Wednesday, 17 September 2014
Ghosting
I would murder the feeling of loneliness if it were replaced with you,
If I killed this nostalgic feeling only you would know,
These places bleed de ja vu and I have nothing to patch it but regret,
I sleep with ghosts of fake warmth and sometimes they call my name,
I sit and brew my thoughts,
If I killed this nostalgic feeling only you would know,
These places bleed de ja vu and I have nothing to patch it but regret,
I sleep with ghosts of fake warmth and sometimes they call my name,
I sit and brew my thoughts,
Blistering in their eerie presence
After finally drowning i have learned to breathe sorrow,
The missing piece of my puzzle i hang from my neck to remind me; I think i'm in control?
After finally drowning i have learned to breathe sorrow,
The missing piece of my puzzle i hang from my neck to remind me; I think i'm in control?
Thursday, 11 September 2014
Sister
Childish
Haphazard
Air head
Revolting
Destitute
Empty headed
Insufferable
Selfish
Androgynous
Cruel
Uneducated
Noisy
TediousSunday, 7 September 2014
The Weed and The Flower
We were just seedlings oblivious to all,
The dirt just proves how far we fall,
To stem, to stretch, to extend and Heighten
To the ones above, our lives they enlighten
What if i'm the one not growing?
Can't see the sun and so i stay stunted.
Can't see the sun and so i stay stunted.
What if she's overtaken me?
Cleared the weeds i just confronted?
Cleared the weeds i just confronted?
She has grown too much and i cannot see,
What if i'm holding her back?
What if i'm holding her back?
She has always been ahead of me,
As i wither my petals turn black.
As i wither my petals turn black.
If not for a moment we shared the same earth,
And in bliss i did not question its worth,
The soil beneath in which were routed ,
The roots themselves just one was ill suited,
And for all those rays of glorious sun,
I do not hate you for what you've done,
The future is bright and with that you have bloomed,
For i will see the sunlight soon and if you find you have the room,
A place with you is only presumed.
Late Night Stars
A spark,
Light,
Life,
Love.
In a ball of Glorious flame you sprung forth.
A star so new yet so bright.
Relentless in your campaign,
Light,
Life,
Love.
In a ball of Glorious flame you sprung forth.
A star so new yet so bright.
Relentless in your campaign,
You radiated across the stars.
Through the relentless void,
Through the relentless void,
You proved an ember could burn as bright as any flame.
You spiraled into my world,
A blessing discussed as the apocalypse.
And the power you held
The space around you tore a sunder,
A galactic shudder, breathing and boiling.
I was blinded by rays of ruby and sapphire.
And you showed me man could covet worlds,
But stars cannot be claimed.
You spiraled into my world,
A blessing discussed as the apocalypse.
And the power you held
The space around you tore a sunder,
A galactic shudder, breathing and boiling.
I was blinded by rays of ruby and sapphire.
And you showed me man could covet worlds,
But stars cannot be claimed.
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Life's Slam (My first attempt at slam poetry)
The
boy sits in a chosen solitude,
Drifting,
using the guidelines of a life so monotonous,
Unsatisfied
with reality's boundaries,
Constantly
hoping for change; Adventure.
Emotionally
he is confused,
His
heart stands like a pheasant both beautiful but hunted; a Game.
He
bleeds empathy and in the mirror he sees many faces,
In
his mind lies fantasy, and it keeps him from moving forward,
"Survival
of the fittest", he tells himself, withering away; ill in both body and
mind.
The
three physical anchors keep him tethered.
An
ocean as blue as sapphires,
A
kite held by childhood friends,
and
Half a Family.
Time
requires him to switch boats, though the ocean never changes.
All
aboard the S.S Apathy.
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