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I _ _ _ _ MY MOM...I hate my mom for being stupidingly softhearted
I hate her blindness
I hate how she sees the "good" in people who are just evil
I hate how she forgives even if betrayed again
Only to forgive yet again
I hate how she sacrifices for someone not worth it
I hate that she cares so much
I hate how she worries about someone
who is not even worried about her in the slightness
I hate how she continues to support someone
who failed her a thousand times
I hate her warmth
and her brightness annoyingly blinds me
I hate that she is that kind of a mother.
I hate her really hate her really really hate her!
But most of all I hate myself for being hateful
For being cold hearted,
For being stubborn,
For being selfish, and self-centered
And for loving her despite of that
I **** MY MOM
me, myself, and iRENeI miss me
The lost me..
The old me
The simple me
The shallow me..
The innocent me..
The child in me..
Where are you?
Where am I?
Can you find me?
Or shall I find you?
Will I ever?
A world where I scream
The infinite words of silence
Where no one hears
Yet they understand
Where people walk
Upon their eyes fall behind
Speak this world where
Only I know
I can't comprehend
This meaning of this
An everlasting mistake
As my days become my nights
My nights become days
I realized time sleeping
In the depths of nothingness
What do I do?
What do I have to do?
To make things
Things on my mind
Be like those of numbered alphabets
Leave behind the baggage
I didn't even know what's inside
Or go on and move forward
For things that may come but hide
Seek what is time?
Or seek what is in front of me?
Find me for I am lost in the darkness
Blinded by light
Eyes on me
Stare and love me
Why don't you see?
In my eyes I want to be
I like you
But do you?
Twisted in the arms of somebody
Drowning in this AddicitonI tried to drown out your voice
Inside the lies, I made my choice
With my lips against the bottle
I tried to swallow the memories
I put the speed of my destruction
In complete full throttle
I brought this about, a self induction
Laying here drowning in my worries.
Just laying here in my corruption.
I could whisper to you my series of sorrows,
Instead I'll just lay here in my low,
Or I could borrow another bottle
Of sweet nectar and fire
As my blood acquires
The song of a liar.
Brittle and bare,
Lay me to rest on the wave
Aware I am this may be my early grave
with a kiss to my Jackie D.
Like a whisper to the noose waiting
For me under the elm tree
as I am aching for another bottle
Of sweet nectar and fire
As I try to rejoice
I think I finally have forgotten your voice.
the sublime and ridiculous
formative phase re-
one thousand wars waged in the space of an atom
\whirlwind of debris
and automaton hearts co-
llapsed in acquittal
a silent serenade to the sea
chasing uphill warsover time we have - overthrown time
and in becoming its ruler can see
of dark clouds above the delta
skies aurum and gun-metal gray
in the demonstrable distance
and sights of dis-in-teg-ra-tion
are felt savagely slowing
their innocuous prey
senescence will plan her revenge
like an animal held
out over a ledge by its ankles
for a taste of its own skin
GlowEach day marks the breath of another World,
the workings of a long lost God.
Darkness covers the face of the deep,
a feeble attempt to cover up the void,
the unfurling chaos
of want and tapestry,
where your face should be.
And with every morning there comes a dawn,
but before the dawn the candles sing!
A flame sings out in the darkness;
a swan song for the new Creation.
And I watch like a suckled babe
as the darkness cowers away,
her memory bathed in the sultry red,
and I close my eyes as the wax yields her scent.
The world was named as good, and all within it;
yes, the world is my mistress –
a fair lady girt in finest silk,
and Earth, our Goddess, sings for me.
Yet all this I would trade,
all this I would offer up on the moon-soaked altar
beneath the star-lit shrine,
that when next the world is made anew and my candles sing their song,
that the pocket left in the glow, that shadow moribund,
should be filled with the brightest of all lights
would that it could be your face that s
life in the exospherethere's a plague upon the cattle
but they can see
well beyond hermetically sealed skies
above savagely conquered revenge
tinctures of light and darkness
on the warm midnight horizon
where many things are learned
and many things are lost
chasing worms uphill and being
consumed by their debris
know heretofore as
a temporal causality
A walkno wings no fire
a blue song for you to smile at
and the abyssal space for you in my chest
all we need - a walk
Blank. I don't remember how long it's been,
Since I stepped inside the room.
My mind is blank.
I don't know what i'm doing,
As the cold water drips down my bare back.
Trailing over old scars and new,
Sending a shiver down my back.
My mind is blank.
Indecisive, I sit upon the floor,
Staring towards the tiled wall in front of me.
What am I doing?
Where am I?
Am I even trying? It wouldn't matter anyway.
But that was the question, what am I even trying to do?
I am blank.
Particles rearrange, and the water grows warmer,
And for a small second it traces along the scars, leaving a stinging sensation,
on it's gravity maneuvered journey to the ground.
But once it hits
I am HERE...yet to be FOUNDI AM HERE, yet to be FOUND
I feel lost; I don't know what to do.
I don't know what I am doing.
Or if there's anything worth doing
I'm here in the end yet I am just beginning
I want something more
I know I'm meant for something greater.
Yet it seems that my hands won't reach it.
And every time I think about it
I feel a hole in my gut,
that's telling me there's more to life
than just being THIS an irrelevant stone
waiting, just waiting to be found
waiting to be polish
hoping, just hoping that I would come out
as a precious as I was born to be
or even more precious than a diamond
Is this enough?
Is this ALL OF IT?
I feel like I'm gasping sand in my hands
It is slowly slipping away
The more I hold on to it, the faster it slips.
But the lesser hold, the greater probability,
that the wind blows all of it
What do I do?
I lied when I said "Let it go."
Because I know I can't
Because I know I won't
But time can tell
I secretly hoped I would be not just so
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