Posts tagged poetry.

Holograph

Somethings you choose ignore
Somethings aren’t worth it anymore
They aren’t worth the effort you put before
Should you persist to you’ll continue to mourn
Is the loss that great, it is really that tragic
Or was the feeling unreal, just another form of a holographic
Did you substitute one thing for another just to get by?
Did you become desperate and ran out of your supply?
It’s not that serious, you’ll be alright
What your feeling will pass and forget about by tonight

Acceptance

Trying to find ourselves we go through Detection
In finding ourselves we notice characteristics and see our Reflection
We noticed what’s around us and wonder have we achieved Perfection?
Due to society we wonder if we have more Imperfections?
Trying to fit the norm, we follow the crowd due to our Misconception
It isn’t till you notice you aren’t happy or someone points out maybe your going about life with a wrong Perception
We then seek out our true selves and make Corrections
After years of searching and finally accepting who were truly are, we achieve Satisfaction.

Forbidden

You say that I do things to that have no explanation
I intoxicate you with kisses that drive you insane.
I grab onto you in a way that I would with my possessions.
With such a passion, there was no way that feelings couldn’t develop, feelings in which have increasingly inflamed
Feelings that which need to be suppressed
For there is a fear that you could lose what we have.
And nothing is left but a hearts that’s been oppressed.
And no matter what I say I, or what I do,
We both know that
I will never be something good for you and My promise is that I will hurt you

I’m a slave in my own mind

“Control yourself” they say
“You don’t wanna seem abnormal”
Having an orginal opinion and thoughts can over whelm the simple minded
But to contain my thoughts, it seeks so immoral
I’m a slave in my own mind
No one wants to hear the truth
And when they do they end up wishing that they could just press rewind

Heart vs Mind

The Next Guy

They say a man’s love for a woman can be rare to come by,
So when you find it, try not miss and aim straight for the bull’s-eye

Most guys live this life cycle of meet, smash and pass
Many of these girls don’t mean nothing more than a nice piece of ass

So when a guy finds someone worth settling down for
His character becomes different and he begins to transform

He’s his own man, but count on him to find you comfort and warmth
He becomes everything you’ve ever wanted and more

Appreciate every hello and delay every goodbye
because if you mess up, it’s a low chance you’ll have this with the next guy

Two Thousand and Done

Head full of questions and the answers are all there.
Brains all scrambled from all the wear and tear
My body can withstand more than what it appears
Heart isn’t as lucky, going through more than I can bare

To go on as if it doesn’t affect me isn’t so difficult
It just wave after wave of crushing words coming at me like a vicious assault
And when I’m alone, that tough wall begins to crumble,
Thoughts telling me to evacuate, my ability to give and receive love is in trouble.

Always Considering

I sit here and think of the words I’ve never said, thinking different outcomes and what would’ve happened if I did.
But the fact is there too many things to say, I swear my head feels like a bottomless pit.
YES I was angry, YES I was upset,
and the way I felt, still haunts me, wishing I could forget.
To act on impulse never was one of my strong points.
I’m always considering whose feelings mattered, and whose I’d disappoint.
So I bite my tongue and just hold back,
Save my thoughts, and in my mind they become trapped.

The Fool

To be blind
To be ignorant
To be mislead
It’s never fun to be The Fool

To have your hopes up
To have your dreams lifted
To have your day brightened
Only to have your joy taken away

Oh the anticipation
Oh the excitement
Oh the impulse
Oh the undesirable feeling you’ll be left with

Wanting patience
Wanting more
Wanting everything
Face it, no wants be The Fool.

Misplaced Context

People seem to give off this attitude that they don’t give a fuck about anything

But our generation has seemed to exchange what matters for nonsense, to them it’s everything.

It’s about the cars, the clothes, the jewelry, the “fame”, the sex

Honor, Chivalry, Respect, Pride, Loyalty.

All things that should matter became misplaced context.

Our next generation is being born by 13 year old moms.

Who are so concerned of what the boys think so they dress up in promiscuous clothing and dye

their hair that cheap blonde.

And the boys aren’t any better, raised in the streets to be this “Notorious Gangster”, 

their lifestyles consist of shooting innocent bystanders to get ahead in life. 

The future isn’t a concern for this group as a whole and doesn’t measure up to be anything good

for tomorrow.

It’s no wonder our elders speak about us with no faith and deep sorrow 

Craving

Lying to myself,
I was convinced that this was it.
Blind in lust I couldn’t see the the truth and the best thing ever was when we called it quits

A game it was and to our linking it was turned and twist
But now your gone and truly not missed

You had new ways and it was all intresting at first to me, I was willing to learn and fully embracing
All I ever learned from you,
was how to satisfy a craving.

LOVE, ha for a sec you fooled me cupid
But the blame is all on me, I should’ve never gave in so easily and act so stupid

But looking back, something seemed to escape me, a time of when things were good
Signs of love were there with out a doubt, could this be?, had I misunderstood?

One would say its never good to back in the past, as history seems to repeats it self,
Curiosity killed the cat, but before the cat died it learned something of great wealth

Creature of the Night

If you heard me talking about it, you’d swear it wasn’t just your average kiss

For even though I’m not completely sure what happened, I know that I experienced pure lust and true bliss.

I’ve never felt such a rush, you’d swear a shot of adrenaline was given if you assumed

The source of this orgasmic feeling was coming from there, any regular person would’ve felt as if they were doomed.

But not me, I liked this feeling, the feeling of being needed

Through me, the gift of life was being transmitted

My creature of the night, though I had no real claim over her

And knew that there was no real true good ending, I choose to ignore and leave it to my future for me to suffer.

I’ve abandoned my family and friends, they weren’t capable of making me feel this way

And though they have warned me of all the negative outcomes, I’m too stubborn, and have chosen to stay

As I’ve mentioned before, I have no claim over her nor could I influence her to stick around.

Her attention on me was shifted and the feeling of no longer being needed had left me unsound.

Dream/Nightmare

Snap out of it is all I can repeat,
I’m stuck in a dream world and have seem to forgot reality.
But to call it a dream is an understatement,
to be honest its more of a nightmare in actuality
Things are perfect, what’s the reason to complain
How about the fact that this isn’t life and I feel almost as if I’m constrained.
I believe life should have it’s ups and downs,
All I’m asking for its to escape utopia and be earthbound.
Dreams are meant to help you leave reality, but this definitely isn’t a dream its a nightmare,
Though I doubt you’ll understand me, and all my troubles and despair.
For it is my own sanity I fight for every night,
I cling on to reality with all of my might.
No I dont have dreams anymore for nightmares they’ve become, this fantasy world I must overcome.