Posts Tagged ‘Loneliness’

Choose Life {Draft}

Posted: April 25, 2013 in Poetry
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Intro: Suicide…Call it what it is…It need not be the actual action to take ones life…Giving up on life can be just as sad…There are those who say one has to right to end ones own life. In a way I agree with that idea…But that does not mean I see it as the right thing to do…

I understand the meaning of strife…But only through lens of my life…
For each indivdual’s soul’s strife is so unique…
For that reason alone I refuse to be a judge or jury…
Only a fellow human being….
Begging you…
Please…
We breathe, bleed, and believe so similarly…
Living individual soliloquies…
But often with audiences of none…
Or just One…Perhaps being just us can be enough…?

Infinity and Beyond

Posted: February 5, 2013 in Poetry
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How can I compose a song that captures how amazing you are…?
I have no Divine Grace…
Only a face that expressess what can’t be explained by mere words…
I wonder on the worth of words that birth perturbed thoughts in my heart…
Unable to express love through my own chosen art…
What’s a writer to do???

Write…
Write…
Write…

Channel all my life force through each script-stroke…
Ink linked back to my heart source mind…
My hoarse voice hides my soul’s soft cries…
Knowing my life is on borrowed time…
Hence each rhythmic line clines towards your eyes…

Write…
Write…
Write…

My life shall fade as fate will levy one last tax..
Must pay for my past misdeeds….
I accept…
For beyond these lights lies my final resting place…
Finally I will rest…
Finally…
Knowing I’ve written it all…
Laid bare my heart…
Through my chosen art…
Chose to show you my love…

Write…
Write…
Write…

All I ask is for one last gaze…
As my strength fades…
Inspire my pen to scribe one last phrase…
One last phrase…
Love…

Write…
Write…
Write…
Sleep…
Sleep…

Dramatis Impersonae

Posted: December 28, 2012 in Poetry
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Intro:
Personalities…Clashing…
People claim I’m so intense…
My emotions are all so fiery…
Maybe people don’t understand me…?
Or maybe they understand me better than I do myself…
Afterall if consensus is against all I’ve ever been…Against who I am…

Smooth skin…Smooth linens…
Smooth talk…Smooth calls…
All a mirage…
For once they see my emotional “flaws”…
People proceed to leave me alone…
As if my very own thoughts beget the inevitable pause…
Taken aback at how one can comprehend words so far…
From ones original thoughts…Taking everything to the heart…
Part of me wonders while gazing at the twinkling stars…
If just one piece of light could understand me…
As all is dark…No matter how far I see, all it seems to be is just me…
Just me…

Maybe I was born with this defect that now reflects in my unending sentences…
Rendering thoughts of grief…
While they breathe:

“He must be crazy…”
“Why is he so obsessed with every single person he meets…”
“Why must every single word be filled to the brim with so much damn emotion…”
“Why won’t he see…”
“We don’t think like he does at all…”

I can’t see…
It seems…My personality/persona can’t connect with anyone at all…
Each day I take a fall for trying so hard to fit in…
Only to be laughed off…
Or ridiculed away…
Or worse…
Ignored…

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