Looking at myself now, Long held down by the machines, My brain set out to construct, Lost myself between the circitry, Inside a narcistic existance, Buried deeper a soft exterior, Unexposed by the walls of fear, Holding back the world so near, Feeling the crumbling cracks, Myself I, me alone in this concrete hall, Exposed,…
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Forgotten Self
Escape, retreat down the regretful halls, Escape, enter into the realm of mystic, Escape, me, I, self, want, desire, Let go, Free, myself of the bond, Free, myself of the chain, Free, myself of the memories, Let go, Drift, away from me thou foul dirty whispers, Drift, away from me thou horrible tool of self…
Oh How Hard It Is To Not minimize.
Some things I did positive in my life last week. I bought a few upgrades to the house. I started perfecting a part of a composition I am working on completing. I did part or all of the dishes every day. I did part or all of the laundry every day. I am embarrassed this…
Devastated
So mad inside, Anger burning brighter than ultra violet, Inside turmoil, Violet light shining bright, Bringing with it the devastation, Weeping for hurt after hurt, Devastation rocks my world, Hurt bringing forth tears.
A Tale That Led to Happiness.
Realization is anything but beautification, It all comes with a price more expensive than daily sacrifice, Sick, standing at the edge, Looking over feeling belly bulge, Down below an end, Is it my end? Step forward and find out, Whispers the voice of my out, Stay and find out, Whispers the voice against out, Two…
Look into My Mirror
Twisted disguise covers my muse, Is it pain, Or, that which amuse, Could it be broken glass, Shredding, cutting leaving the soul, In degraded pain? Looking past tattered soul, Among the mirrored looking glass, Which continues the window of pain, Showing trapped soul, An embodiment of young lad rolling in grass, Who is now a…
Breathing in the Throws of Emergency
Inward, outward, life exists in this moment, Foggy glass tells the story, As misty fog envelops the fingers trail, Drawing through each misty breath, The image of each moment, Drifting along imaginations limitless bounds, On stretcher looking upwards, Concern etched on faces, Beep, beep, beep, the monitor speaks my souls output, Each passing second a…
Wishes Don’t Fix A Thing
I will never get back that time, Those years I wish I had, To be present with them I missed them so, Now they are grown, They don’t know who I am, How much I love them, Is lost to explanations of why I wasn’t there, Present with them, Oh, how I wish I could…
The Bipolar Ocean
Making faces in the mirror, Smiling back at me, Personality shining, Looking deep in the ocean of eyes, Breath shaking seeing deep inside, Floating on mental sea of delusion, Rowing hard against waves of depression, Drowning deep underneath the ocean of mania, Bi-polar raging its storm above, Ship creaking under the weight.
