Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After plucking out the shrapnel from my own Hell-Bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lie a sordid collection of POETRY, PROSE, AND REFLECTIONS on the traumas & triumphs along the way.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Tempest
Am I a fool to ask myself if a rose with any other name would smell as sweet, as the beauty that you possess, that causes me to endlessly concede to my defeat. The wonderful taste of success comes to mind, as I envision our future, so unique and one of a kind. It will be brilliant, full of majesty and glory; as you put your hands in mine and allow my hands to write our story. Like a tempest, you unwind me and enrapture my emotions, causing me to feel divine. You are the biggest temptress as you seduce me with your love, chocolate lacks the same effect; you are royalty in your own right as you have won me over, commanding the utmost respect. Many before you tried to tame the beast within and failed, ran away dejectedly with their cowardliness unveiled. You have captured my heart and set it in stone, saved me from a destiny that promised to bury me alone. Your smile rises every morning, providing the world with light. Your eyes, the sole prize that fill my heart with such delight. The contentment I feel at having you in my life is enough to remove any prisoner's strife. You have encased me in your rapturous respite, as I fall deeper in love and take another bite. Although at times you are like a child, with innocence projected in your eyes; I may act beguiled until I look at you and feel the warmth of a sunrise. You are my only one, the sole supporter of my cause. I am able to accept you with your flaws, and for all this you are worthy of an ovation coupled with the most thunderous applause.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Wasteland
I consistently ask myself whether I should fight or flee, the endless torrents of misery that threaten to take over me. In the squalid heat I find it difficult to breathe, as the thickened smog seeps into my lungs, and I slip further down life's ladder's rungs. I dry my eyes and wring my hands, sorrow has wreaked havoc on my once Utopian land. The trees no longer bear fruit, they are as barren as my empty womb. Flowers no longer blossom, instead they wither and wilt, giving up and giving in to the emptiness they feel within. Darkened are my skies, as the sun hides and refuses to rise for a world forsaken by its own, left to feel the wrath of reckless abandonment all alone. The undertones of guilt wash ashore and tease dry earth with water, though that is all that it is yearning for. Greys and monochromes poison the air filling it with cyanide, as the promises of prosperity succumb to the venom of it all and die. Acid rain pours from the clouds, as my thoughts have become so loud. They refuse to let me sleep, as I surrender to the pain and weep. Life is no easy street, it will cheat, deceive and then excrete, you from its throes similar to being naked and exposed. I am much weaker than presumed, as I smell death's sweet perfume, it is lacquered to my walls, and fills my dreary prison's halls, slips into my veins and takes me by the reins. Lecherous as it may be, I am captivated hopelessly. I have lost my appetite hoping that in the night I will see the light, find my gateway out of this place as I fall upwards from grace. The world has become such an abomination, a huge discredit to the beauty it once possessed. I lace my boots and I get dressed, as I prepare myself for my soul's eternal damnation.
Ascent
Our love was such a farce, it had the power to entertain jesters. They would laugh for hours at the ridiculous charade that we displayed for far too long. All the romance gone, like a nightingale murdered mid song. How foolish of us to pretend that we could have ever been anything more than fair weather friends. I was so desperate to be loved that I attached myself to your dark soul, assuming erstwhile that you would somehow make me whole. You keep repeating that I need you, refusing to see that I have grown into my own; I am now a man that has no qualms about walking a mile alone. My love could never feed your unquenchable thirst. After I have left, the replacements you find for me will become increasingly worse. As history has shown us, I will always be at the top of your list. I showered you with endless love, yet you still claim to have never been kissed. Much to your contrition, this demolition was all of your accursed volition. My only sin was self love, you would have rather that I neglect thy self. You shredded my heart with your malice, as you twisted the truth and called it help. I refuse to be a prisoner in this lonely Alcatraz, although I will continue to contribute to your poignant jazz. I am much wiser now, I will not get involved with you again. I will rise above your petty pubescence and continue my ascent.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Clarity.
I stumbled through the deserts in search of water and advice, as vultures circled above me I prayed that my life would be sacrificed. I thought I was trading up, but instead I lost it all. Like a mirage you appeared and I was hungrily enthralled. The scorching heat of misery burns my aching back. Losing you was far too painful, similar to a heart attack. I thought that I was full of wisdom but I was really just a fool. You were the stick that broke my back and I was your mule. I swam out to sea to save you from drowning of the path of your volition. You distracted me with your lies as you prepared your ammunition. Like a magician, you held me spellbound and veiled my eyes to conceal the truth. You blackened my heart and stole my youth, stripped me bare and told me that I was uncouth. I naively believed that our paths were aligned, until you shot me with your bullets and made me feel the hopeless emptiness that is mankind. Shots rang out throughout the world, as you trampled on my heart, your anger unfurled as we drifted further apart. I tumbled blindly on the golden sand, as you alerted the vultures above of the feast that I would provide. I only hoped you would understand, as you let go of my desperate hand. You closed my eyes as your last act, forcing me to see clearly and admit that I was really just a victim of your twisted love so black.
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