Friday, September 20, 2019

Welcome Friday(s)! I

Have you...

     Ever witnessed someone go emotionally blind, It's a true blessing to be able to transcribe, Via actual livid throbbing memory, Because it's the vein death of empathy within someone.

In lieu of,
Watching lethargy;
Win!

Sunday, September 15, 2019

She...XVI

She,


     Tangible infinity, Chased memorable never a moment sick of being without you numb; Indefinitely, You're the storm I'm chasing, The hand that rebukes me, The earth I'm moving; Or trying to move, With my everything...

In lieu of...
Chasing metaphors,
Acronyms and pseudo names,
Of you; Forever.  

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

We've,

    Been manufactured by the collective enemy, The mirrors have taught us to cry unbelievable profoundly wrong; Unjust is our selfish harbinger everything else; Logic, The greatest plight is pointing deadly impact blame at everything we've manipulate created, For in blaming we cancel out our own hurting and pass spitefully on the mental (illiterate are we) health forwarded issues, Undeservedly on to others, Recycling the pain we're left unfeeling...!

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching others internally;
Emotionally bleed;
To suicide death.
Let's not...
Pretend.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

We,

     Have been harbinger manufactured since our vermilion birth, To cry unbelievably wrong; Unjust, Developed an allergy to empathy, So fucked is our logic, Pointing lethargic blame at everything we've manipulate created... Surrendering hope to the clues we've conceived and can no longer read. 

In lieu of our participation in,
Butchering compassion;
Wholly!

Monday, September 9, 2019

You're,
The closest,
To forever I'll,
I'll... Ever be,
Dreaming;
Obviously,
About,
Heaven,
It's with you,
Believe it or me,
No story ever written or told,
We and I am the most rotten,
Perfectly broken anomaly,
Describing everything,
And absolutely;
Nothing, is;
Better...
Than;
You!

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Get;
Fucked up,
Write poetry,
Hope it all ends,
To die; Each night,
Daily broken pretend;
Haunted by loneliness,
Drowning in the fight,
Under the weight,
Of our vast;
Hopeless,
Lonely,
World!

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Get;
Fucked up,
Write poetry,
Hope it all ends,
To die; Each night,
Daily broken pretend;
We're not haunted,
By the weight,
Of our vast;
World!