survival

Dramatic tunes

Dramatic tunes play in my mind

as I wait in bed for your replies

Took a trip, tried to listen to

A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

But boy, I really should take note

that 1975 was never the year

that the internet was born 

then lives got weird

 

Dramatic tunes swirl in my mind

Nauseating and mesmerizing, all at once

I trace all the pieces I could find

to draw the image that may resemble you

and draft the letters I could think of

but never would I send to you

 

Dramatic tunes leech on my mind

Trying to design my last demise

The nothingness on their side,

churning violence all coincide

 

Dramatic tunes play in my mind 

As I wait for your replies 

The darkness would soon arrive

here and hear my last goodbye

The flock of crows are closing in

Floating just three feet above

But then I feel my eyes flinch

As the phone buzzed

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the anxiety you have when you're not sure someone's still interested of you or not anymore. 

The Man named Jack who may just be damned

I can’t stop dreaming about your eyes

i want them to be my eyes

i can’t stop staring at your mouth cause I want it on my other set of lips. I can’t help but want to wrap my legs around you

the arousal you cause in me with your mere existence some days makes me feel like I’m going insane. I’m not going to lie. We wouldn’t work if we weren’t both a little crazy. So fuck me like the crazy bitch I know you can be . Cause baby oh baby I don’t want to be your child, I gots my own, I got me and I’m here to get you under me on top of me don’t matter how bring that booty of yours over here. Shame you ever have to sit on it but don’t worry I’ve got an idea we can just set you groin in my mouth mmmm the settle flavors drive me wild. So baby tackle me cause you already got me Locked down show me something new take me on a new adventure I trust you to keep me safe.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Take a guess see if you can make sense out of it welcome to my mond

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Mental

I was getting more and more aggressive.
Every day I was becoming too passive.
a counselor wouldn’t give.
Keep your mouth shut. Or I wouldn’t live

A couple weeks went by with a routine
of the counselor acting like I was a bean
my mouth shut. I acted a bit mean
I wasn’t even a teen. I was a stick so lean.
My face was green.

The counselor told my mother I needed to be put on a med.
But I wasn’t screwed up in the head
put me in a hospital for a couple weeks but
hooked up to an IV. I wanted to scream

it was so bad I smashed my head on a steel beam
I gained weight. got kicked from the soccer team
Everyone at school made fun of my appearance.
But I managed to find just enough endurance.

I started to have nightmares when I would dream
Eventually I saw some doctors
They just “talked” with me.
I wanted to scream.

They told my mom I had Autism.
I lost all my confidence and optimism
Everyday felt like I was trapped in a prism
So many angles but I was still in a prison

A mental Hospital.
Actually, more like a couple.
I remember the screaming at night,
My mom and step father became tight

I was in trouble and they became a couple
Being strapped to a bed, I could turn my face purple
Multiple shots in my ass, felt like months before I could pass
Everyday a shot in the booth

Wanting to wear a suit so I can look nice
In front of heavens gates.. or hell
Angels would have given me the boot
Dropped me like a deuce. Oh well.

I guess no one ever gave a hoot
Maybe life is a game.
I should just cock it and shoot
I was the one they blamed.





I remember my “roommate”.
The center mass. He was filled with hate
Believing these months were fate
Every night he would sing this song

about suicide. He would even pull out his dong
Maybe he thought it was long. But he was like a monkey
A tad bit chunky. A king kong.
Rubbed himself til he felt he was wrong

He wouldn’t even sleep.
He would just leap and sing things that were really deep
I wouldn’t make a peep.
“Suicidal, Suicidal, that’s what makes me gooo”.

Go where? The kid was choking on his big toe
He leaned over and told me his mom was a hoe
Top it with the constant screaming
A sound like a goat bleating as it gets dethroned

By a saw and hell.. maybe I need to reload
Cause my inmates drove me almost insane.
The pain would never go away.
Life is not an Xbox game.

Although my friend thought it was.
Russian roulette. A damn shame
My mother put me on the tracks
Got hit by this train

All I had to eat was a bit of grain
Some bread.
Pain stole the rest to get some weight gain
I was angry at my roommate for not shutting up,

Just a couple months ago the humane society got my pup.
The back of my head had a huge lump. I was too much of a chump.
Nurses came in and shot me in the ass with a needle til I was plump.
but most of all I was angry at the world.

I wanted to twirl around another way.
I couldn’t face what counseling had to say.
My mind began to whirl and swirl but
I couldn’t find a girl.

I would ask her out and give her this Pearl
But I’m a coward. But every once in a while I get that thrill
Eh, maybe I just need to chill.
My mind is Ill and my brain is locked away by a seal

Dimness.. I can’t feel. Numbness.
All I can see is this Dumbness.
I guess I’ve been having too much stress
“You need to go see this counselor”
Maybe she’ll help me..


or not because she cant even fix herself
she’ll throw me in another asylum
Give me meds. She’ll have me try em.
I got all these feelings and I cant express em or confess em


You just need to confront them. Fight them.
Light that mind on fire. Spit out your desire
Inspire. Then you’ll have people that’ll admire.

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Survival is Hard!

Survival is really hard,


On this planet of ours,


They say that the fittest live longer,


May be it is true, may be a farce!


 

I do not know whether I am the fittest or not,


Yet I do believe that every second is precious,


And should be utilised for the benefit of mankind,


For making a better world for all of us.


 

Get on the chariot of time and do good work,

 

Leave reasons behind to be missed, leave your mark.

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Categories

Compartmentalization and categorization are such crucial aspects that dictate how we engage our reality


Is that a bomb or a clock?

A beloved or a stranger?


The ability to categorize is surely a primordial mechanism that enhanced one primal objective

Survive and reproduce


This means that

That is, or is not, a threat to my survival


I ask myself

Does this compartmentalization… this categorization, permeate my personality?


My me.


Is who I am at any given moment an amorphous, dynamic transition from one category to the next? or is who I am a cast that has not yet cured by the apathy of time?


If the latter, is there time left to influence this structure that will gradually, but inevitably, relinquish its malleability? If the former, am I frozen in a perpetual state of limbo - an individual, but dividable?


Am I discrete or am I a spectrum? Am I both and neither? like the very matter that comprises me?

 

This juxtaposition only recapitulates the riddle. It does not answer.


This is an irony that me, me and me, marvel.

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Survivor

Survivor

(For Gemma Jackson)

In her sleep, remnant of a vital woman

finds sweet comfort in Dreams that

offer respite for the pain of living.

She is for a time, freed of the disappointments of her body.

Once again, she is dancing with her darling Frenchman

On Bourbon street at midnight.

Before he woke her in the deep night so long ago

To tell her he loved her, with his last breath.

 

In her Fool’s Paradise, the frolicking goes on.

As it was before the rains of reality fell.

They were carefree and care less.

Unknowing and naïve;

Two hothouse flowers who

Knew not they had

Bloomed much too early and would fade so fast.

Spoon feeding one another the pleasures of Life,

Greedy and needy;   they feasted.

Celebrations unending, each day a holiday.

 

She whimpers and thrashes in the bed,

One white ringlet springs loose,

Like the power of her imagination.

Darkness fades in dreamland as

Bird song and sunlight greet the day.

 

Muscles that danced while she dozed,

Now cramp painfully, without the respite of somnolence.

For a moment, her demented joy fills the room like sunlight.

Aged face smiles with eyes young and beautiful.

 

Then reality creeps in to laugh and confusion reigns.

Her wrinkles fall back into a sad frown, the light in her eyes dulls.

She did not know how long it would take

To finish fading away, to finally Rest

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Sordid Tale

Once upon a time, in a town not to far outside of nowhere..
there was a young boy, about the age of seven.
One day, he realized life is no different than a dime- store
choose your own adventure paperback.
  He then set forth on a mission to live out the rest of his days
turning each page, not knowing what was written on the other. 
  never straying to far from his heart, he has lived a life many
could call adrift.
 Meeting new people, influencing lives, 
being influenced...in nature...loving, being alive ...being.
    Being. 
oh, but the story has many twists and turns indeed..like so many knots of tightly curled hair. 
  the loves lost, the fires, the search for higher ground.
Dragons and battles and merciless perils at sea. 
Whiskey, and mischief, and pens. 
 A fable would be far easier to believe if you saw the world
that resides behind the gaze of my blue eyes.
  O, but to love. 
One may never have truly...if it were not for its loss. 
 But the clock will never stand still, as so shall I. 
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The Survivor

Howling in the nights sky,
Watching all the birds fly.
Pawing the ground with heavy ambition,
I need no guns or ammunition.
My teeth sharp as razors,
Eyes peering like lasers.
Stalking my prey,
Careful it doesn’t run away.
Maybe my jaws snap its neck,
No time to check.
Ripping its flesh,
Bloody and fresh.
Fluids run over my fur,
Far away I sense a stir.
Slowly creeping to me,
A female near a tree.
Growls fly in the air,
Snarls rip through the affair.
Bites ensue,
She laid slew.
The beast within,
Thrives again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If I'm honest this one is completely inspired by Florence and the Machines "Howl", I love her and this song. But I decided to write about an actual wolf, though of course I'm not an expert on the creature so I don't know how likely they would be to kill a competitor.

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Ego Enigma

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FUN STUFF!

Pluck all the haters
pluck all the lazy ones
pluck all thier insecurities
and chuck them in the annointed abyss

pluck all the users
pluck all the misers
pluck all the losers
and call them to account and smash their egos in

pluck all the rumours
pluck all that defiles
pluck all their foolshit
and jam it up thier hopeless selfish ends

pluck all the attacks
pluck all the misunderstanding
pluck all their false bravado
and hang them with thier ineptitude deftly

pluck all the envy
pluck all the deciet
pluck all the faker lies
and return your glance a glacier icy slice

pluck all the energy
pluck all the time
pluck all the effort
and love it gently putting it into a worthy vein

pluck all the venom
pluck all the conspiracy
pluck all the Haters
and swap all the first 2 words l's with h's read now

pluck all the last lastlines
pluck all the the last words
pluck all their meaning last to first.
and all will make sence when going back and understanding what I meant.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I like puzzles and poems. I darkly morphed the two with an issue I feel strongly about.