Isolate (Poem)

I’m detatched from mankind
There is a eclipse in the back of my mind

There is deception in the worlds design
I’m more into living
But death will come
Serenity in my self preservation
Light has touched your perfection
Cursing like anything else

Maybe you are all better then me
I’m ashamed of the things I’ve been put through

I isolate on lonely nights starting a fire on the first
Wayward distraction takes away from the magnificence of the prize

The truth, lightens the impact of your lies
And when you heard her cry what did you do?
Did you rescue the idea that one day this could be real

And one day once more, I could feel

It’s a Shame

It’s a Shame

When you bring me back those results, I can barely breathe
Ready to be deceived, eaten up by your efforts

Break me up, break me up in hell
And you thought you knew me back when
I was a little kid

I was one of your own, and this is your win
This is your celebration so let me drag it to the ground

I would suck all the blood from each one of you
When the drop of a dime
And you thought you knew me
When I was lying there bleed
You thought your reputation could withstand
My adolescent needs

It’s a shame that it has come to this
That after all the blood, the tears and the piss

It all has come down to this
This is the end of the road
The final days of what should have been a eternity

Well you thought you knew me
When I wasn’t a savage on the loose

Now days I’m writing right next to the noose

The recluse, working on the next great American book
Working on a few clever hooks (No you don’t!)
Maybe the days will be over soon

And I can fucking calm down
As my heart pounds and my hands sweat with something to prove
You thought you knew me when I didn’t have everything to gain, and nothing to lose

Survivor Poetry

(Orginal Poem)

You Made my life a crystal ball of confusion

I painted a portrait of an illusion, a raw throbbing contusion

Im a melodic disaster

This is my conclusion…

We Sing Along, but the notes are wrong, we sang along from night till dawn

These Drums, they make me so strong, it took so long to get this level to prove the world wrong

These Screams, ugly but pretty, id love to see mars but lets go see the city

In my incipience, they i implied i was rather fastidious

Describing a world so hideous, to a community near The HALL that seemed so oblivious

I had the propensity, to show serendipity, ugly in the light

Like the sound of a fight on a cold winter night, each analogical plight blasts out of sight

I showed pain that i had found a way to make things right, just keep singing along all through this winter night

The strings can be weak, but dont worry love that we can tweak

If its true love you seek, then we can climb this peak

Then it goes silent, the stillness of anticipation has a quality thats ultraviolent

We do this…to make peace with ourselves

Some of us have our own meaning of art, some strive to display that an end always has a start

So tonight, its our feet we tap, we are the generation of survivor art that makes beauty from crap

They say hate breeds hate, tonight the only sound is the symphony of finger snaps

We all sing out of tune, our spirits ascend all but to soon

This is the last line…we sit on young love’s lagoon, staring as the stars whisper to the moon

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Today

I’ve been dead for years and you just noticed
Today you watched me float away without saying a word

You could have at least giving me a hug
Nothing destroys me more then your Public displays of affection

Nothing hurts me more then the fact that your happier then me
I still don’t know how long I’ll last

I’ll probably just go home
And I never thought about love truly until today
And now today I’m dying, today I’m losing all that I used to have
Today I’m losing my mind

Today I can’t spell, today I’m shaking

Today I need you, and you aren’t even awake yet

I need your approval today and I need to feel normal
I need to touch the ground
I need to be free
And the scariest thing is that i might live long 

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I Watch as The Roses Die

 

The sky separates with a message I don’t want to hear

As the world ends around me, I kneel down finally conceding defeat
Scribbles itched muscle deep into my arms, burned straight through the skin

Warning signs of the false messiah on the rise

And I can’t keep it together until the wait
I have to stay strong best I can, I have to learn to believe

There were only moments available
For me to look deep into my soul
A lonely adolescent with the weight of the world on his chest

Can you tell me it’s ok?
Or will you retreat as a tidal wave reigns down from up above the Universe
Holy Water seeping through the Earth healing our regime and preparing for the next

 

Rat

In the kindest way i am your love slave
Don’t look at me that way, i’m here for you
I’m your dog, rolling around in the mud just to get dirty for you
Hurt myself just to get dirty for you
Keep myself chained in, just to get dirty for you!
What do you think this is?
This isn’t playtime, there is to much pain involved
This is weird but i kinda like it
Strapped to the ground just waiting for you
Chained to the bed just waiting for you
We aren’t in this together, we are just friends
We tend to destruct, and my words don’t leave much to pontificate
Religion had it’s reign but now i’m stretched out naked going insane
Gaunt and looking plain, put makeup on my stains to help make there feel like there is some sort of fucking gain to the way we play
To the way I get dirty for you, just waiting for you to show on up
I’ll be your dog, your rat or a boy fiending for more blood to keep him from suicide

Isolation

Isolation, Isolation, Isolation

Oh, I wish you see all this beauty, i wish this tear painted a picture of light, I wish i knew who i am, I wish i was alright

Haunted by Self-Reservation, Curious beyond all the lies, someone go help that poor baby, i cant take listening to him cry, without love he surely will die

I grew plants in Isolation, I taught it everything it knows, confused by its transformation, its hideous beyond its wildest imagination, it regains power quicker then I

I picked skin in Isolation, to balance my fucked up mind. I dreamed of blue lakes and the sky, but i loathed all of mankind

If I prayed to loud they would beat me, so it was hard to remember my lines

These walls were made out of memories, so many i couldnt recall. So I began to rewrite the bible, Revelations didnt match an inevitable fal

I thought about all my friends all throughout the world, to balance my lonely thoughts

I wanted to go and see them, but if I did id surely be caught

Isolation was the ugliest cell, but view wasnt really to bad. They teased me with laughter and games, to keep us so fucking sad

The walls whispered of a riot, i believed on true, If I met my maker, i’d beat him until he was blue, but the chaos in isolation, came when the moon was blue

The spirits howled and screamed, as my sentence came to an end. My body was so weak that i could barely stand

I hugged the walls like my mother, i wanted to conquer the land

They hit me until i moved, but i stood where i would stand…

 

The Last Poem for You

There is nothing to fear, now lets get together and conquer the world. If I don’t swirl or smile while I lowercase the hippo, understand I usually fall in love with PTSD Nympho. Confirm the past with the present, with an endeavor that shines and glows, who will stop me nobody knows!

 

Yo I realized I’m not enough, I see through your god, your words and everything you preach, its bittersweet when you disappear from my reach. I can see the darkest lie is true, I wrote my last poem for you

 

 

 

I don’t need a weapon to lose my life yeah, but I’m dying to be forgiven. Sadness is never ending, the ballad beat the eulogy, my last poem is just the beginning. The sound of a fight is the bane of my silent night, it’s a new name controlling the game. I breath threats, your presence in this equation is as relevant as a cassette, and as I spit into the face of trauma with a New Flame, I swear on my life this will never be the same

 

I can see the darkest lie is true, I wrote my last poem for you. Created riddles for you children like Winnie The Pooh, solving the mystery without a clue, this perestroika is my enigma, to keep up my stigma now watch me burn, cut my face, only wanted a taste.

 

Talk to me, flourish at an early age yeah, I sustained non fiction on the first page moments before I embrace unchecked rage, aggression, I was born to set the world on fire let me sum it up in a melody or a dreadful epiphany, I’d never thought I’d live long enough to cook goals like rotisserie but enemies fell like Rome, Chris and I are the New Triumvirate, are you illiterate or just really stupid, words aren’t a threat just my best bet, what are the odds we can end this centennial with success that’s millennial, meet each regret just to breed pets to collect all of society’s debts

 

 

 

The heat is rising, disguises and souvenirs, I did things my way, debonair. Its an ending fitting for the start, I live life for those who chose to depart. I’ll thrash and tear you apart, because deep down inside I really hate you.

 

The aftermath of a cruel gag, it’s the era of cool pictures and unquestionable swag. I hold a brown paper bag in the ICU, slit my wrists and then wrote this ode to the nine people In my fucking crew. We stand perpendicular to the animal kingdom, gargantuan, REPRESENT, homeless with a immaculate tent

 

I wrote my last poem for you, but there is no remorse in this milieu. So get ready for my big debut, I said I’d off myself but my life is extended, question of life open ended, I’m hurt but no longer dependent, I suffer and cry, but this is the biggest fuck you to the ugliest lie, I live through my work so I’ll never die