As i feel your warmth embrace my body it all makes sense you soothe all of me joining me in true connection with everything i feel part of this no longer an outsider able to be the truth of my being no longer concealed by principles or ideals i become myself entirely with you i am love, i am joy, i am anger, i am hatred i am mankind, i am the world, i am the universe, i am everything, humanity flows through my veins i experience all at once and the jubilation of many as i look around at all these people filled with warmth i ask the man to fill my glass so i can experience more of you
Tag: poetry
saviour of fools (freeverse)
you're complicating the simplest thing going in circles trying to free yourself from the very chains you created you say you know the answers but you're as clueless as the people you criticize you're the worst kind of clueless you're the kind that spreads your madness onto others making them as clueless as you are a saviour of fools you will save them from one madness to another your madness seems to make the most sense you will save the fools and lose everything
i am you (freeverse)
i am you i wear you when you're tired of wearing yourself i take your burden when you can't bare it through the years, me and you, we have both grown not through age but through mind and spirit as time passes, as we both change it doesn't matter where we are or who we are our essence is in each other you take my guilt and i take yours we burden ourselves equally how could i ever lose you? when we're both part of this whole
i am still living it (freeverse)
i am still living it going through what happened spent so much time playing the events out in my head going through different situations what could've been what should've been time hasn't changed a thing people get older and they die but it still remains fixed into its original state it doesn't change, it never changes i have to carry it because i am still living it holding me down like a cinderblock chained around my ankles as it submerges me in the bottom of this ocean as i flail for breath, it swallows me it's very heavy the burden of history
I don’t believe in love
I say i don’t believe in love, i am not a horrible person, what i mean is i don’t believe in the ideas that have constructed love thus far. For me, true love is in a persons individuality, it is their own unique self-expression not influenced by any external force or symbolic structure that postulates what it should be. When people speak of love, they are speaking of a systematic and almost inauthentic paradigm perpetuated by a series of ideological and symbolic nuances that have been contingent throughout all of history and culture. The individualism involved in love is stunted giving way for an objective valuation of the term, a valuation that loses the genuine expression of the subjective, turning it into an authoritarian event guided by sets of ideals and regulations one must follow in order for it be “love”. It becomes an entrapment of the modern age, to express love by what it “should” be and not what it is.
the mirror (freeverse)
as a child before the self innocence penetrates the mirror there is no reflection unaware of it it shatters breaking it before the subject there was only life in its purity unknown and curious it experiences for the first time overcome with an abundance exalted with life it seeks the self with time reflection shows mirror is realized as subject recognizes self the mirror offers it new life by dissolving an old one as the mirror reflects what is a being enters the world it becomes the world loses the purity innocence gone mirror has swallowed them whole captivated by the reflection in the twilight of being through mirror and self it has become one it knows what it is tormented by the image it seeks destruction constantly changing moving forward and backward trying to get back to what once was before the mirror towards purity
apathy and conversation (freeverse)
everyone has these problems, these problems talk amongst each other seems the only reason people converse is to share their problems that's how i understand it the only reason people talk, is to express their problems problems with their life, their job, their school, their relationship, their family,
about everything,
it's like living in a constant neurosis where i have to look for problems get pissed at something lose my nerve over one thing just to talk to someone everything can't be fine it can't be going well because once it is theres nothing to talk about,
you're boring,
you got nothing going on there is no discourse "everything is fine?" "it's all fine" "ok fine, have a nice day" that's how it always goes just left being the quiet one what else can you do? when nothing really seems to bother you? when your pretty fine with everything? it's almost like you have no choice but to be quiet or you could start being like them have something to stress about, worry about, get angry over you could be like them you could buy into that madness maybe then you'll have something to talk about it seems the most normal thing is for you to live in a hell to be miserable that's what people expect they want others to share in their misery everyone connected through despair,
you're an outsider,
if you don't belong to this melancholy there must be something wrong with you why are you so quiet? something bothering you? the world does not want you to be fine it wants you to be bruised like it is like they are,
yet, you enjoy it,
you enjoy not belonging you enjoy not being trapped like them you enjoy the freedom you enjoy being quiet you enjoy your apathy you enjoy it as much as your apathy will let you enjoy it,
maybe you can talk about that.
the cycle i find myself in (freeverse)
trying to find something in strange places maybe trying to find someone looking all around feels like its all part of a system a structure for me to experience to exist for this moment in this very instance an event can change everything for me, for all these people what am i trying to find in this crowd? i'm not sure anymore why did i come here? it seems meaningless to me maybe i just want to be apart of it apart of the monotony of this place i could sit somewhere and take it all in take in all this movement this energy but i don't want to take anything in i go outside last cigarette smoke it to the butt watching all the people go by all this life here escapes me becomes so lifeless cigarette is finished i found nothing not even sure why i came i head home now the meaning comes back i know what i'm looking for now i've worked it out, as i sit here alone i figured out the reason next day i go again it hits me once again the emptiness i lose the meaning why did i come here? look all around it seems meaningless to me i go outside again smoke my cigarette then i head home next day same thing and so on
I can see you (freeverse)
i can see you you think i'm unaware maybe ignorant of what you have inside that festers in you you show it to others rarely as it slips through the cracks but for me it's wide open i can see you i know you try to hide it i know the pain it causes you i understand you you're similar to me thats why i understand i also understand why you feel at unease being near me why you avoid me because i know i know what the others don't theres a part of you that knows i can see right through you and you see through me that's why we can't be together we understand too much
Light (freeverse)
In the dismal dark there is a light it burns a bright fire emits an ethereal warmth i find solace within it it conveys to me a respite a respite of you without you i was lost in the darkness now i found you i hope i don't put you out i hope i can foster light within you too but i've been in the dark so long i don't know if i can i will try if it burns me to a crisp i will try
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