introspection
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Haunted by an inescapable sense of waste...
In the throes of striving to be chaste.
Watching youth erase without trace...
At a pace that fails to win the race.
Giving one's years to one who is cruel...
TO THINK:--------the frequent mangling thoughtful tanglingfactuation intensified by the love of the wise, is no wiseman at all, buta commoner sequence going on and on. resplendent is the word, complex is the verb.
TO THINK:--------the frequent mangling thoughtful tanglingfactuation intensified by the love of the wise, is no wiseman at all, buta commoner sequence going on and on. resplendent is the word, complex is the verb.
Psychopathic mind-state,
with the heart of a pacifist
God forbid my will breaks,
else you learn the devil exists
Liked a wolf in a sheeps guise
walking around with a clever disguise
Been looking for affection
at a rich man’s resurrection
found plenty of gold
but little introspection
His friends cry crocodile
and the family’s lamenting
The third and last poem in my final project assigned under the ELA 12 poetry unit.
Dated 10/22/2019
I am from the cold worries of winter,
From that gnawing permanence
And the rejoice of warm spring.
I am from the two venus violets.
(Mulberry to Sunset Orange,
Drawing out my pains in Thursday morning when I've found my world
Crashed and still bleeding, but I'm alright, I'm unscathed
Or rather, my world has found me
Chosen me today
A moment gives life
Twists us to pain
Grants us reward
Redemption
A moment strips us of dreams not yet had
And sure enough we can all fall in collective defeat
Inquisitive when caged
And indifferent outside a debt
Why haven't I taken over the world yet?
Thrashing madly on a stage
Without an audience, a band, or set
Why havent I taken over the world yet?
I can be the dyed rose petals scattered on your bed
Whispering of love's lost chances, piercing veins instead
Now we've scattered too, like them, who've long since lost their voice
brilliant and inflaming
a pyro’s plastic milk container
is wafting at the peak of fire
the sunlight dripping makes a hinge
and rainbows start their leaking in
When she smiles,
I smile.
When she laughs,
I laugh.
When she loves,
I love.
When she thinks,
I think
I’m a little too much of the same thing
I run on the railway lines
That roll as straight and narrow
As the razor-sharp wire I
Am constantly using as a tightrope
The field lay,
sad, cold, brown stalks rising rigidly and meaningless
from blue snow in footprinted rows
dark in the light of the orange sun
Space-
truly the final frontier
it is limitless
and it's expanse
unreachable, unmeasurable, unknowable...
Still,
we are a curious species,
full of questions
wanting to understand,
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them,
as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes
have sprinkled in artistic license. It reminds me a bit of history,
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them,
as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes
have sprinkled in artistic license. It reminds me a bit of history,
Waltzing through my mind mansion
Naked save the tie about my wrist
(Was about my eye
but the front door guy
bid me to remove it)
Within human introspection comes a price,
A revelation to the darkness of the mind.
Venturing inside requires the roll of the dice,
Are you ready for something not so kind?
Cutting it close to losing my clarity,
seeing all the damage I’ve done.
Watching what I saw in the mirror,
the monster in which despised.
Dear pen,
We’ve been together for years
Changing with the seasons
And yet our character is still the same.
Across thousands of pages,
I'm not sure how it happened, but
I woke up one day to realize
I haven't aged in a very long time
These bodies don't define who we are
Sometimes I wonder,
if what I write becomes reality?
In some distant universe my blunder
means catastrophe.
But if that is the case,
then what happens when I erase?
If I died, I’d cry
But if I didn’t, then I’d never be alive
I think I’m sad sometimes
But other times I think that I’m just lying
I like to sing out loud about death
And feeling bad, and never being their yet
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us?
We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust
So that we can maintain our grassy plains,
Cultivate creativity,
I don't want to stop you
Please enjoy your time here
Just know you are affecting me
We are taking from eachother, in the time we have spent together.
There's a ghost who lives in the house next door.
I wonder what she's waiting for.
Every third day
and every fourth night
She glimmers softly, like candlelight,
wistfully staring
My soul is overflowing.
My brain is overwhelmed.
My heart is bleeding.
Filling my veins and pouring itself through my fingertips.
Mixing with the ink on the page.
My words staring back at me.
Without it I do not exist
I cannot breathe
i cannot eat
i cannot sleep
without it I am nothing
I am not human
I am not animal
I am not living
I am not an object
Come away with me to a far away land
where we'll stroll on the water and wade through the sand,
And together we'll rest in sweet company
yourself and I, I all alone since you're me,
hide quietly enough
and maybe just maybe
you can creep up
on your thoughts
ambush them
and capture them
My fingers wildly compose literary sheet music of emotions.
Scaling keystrokes somehow translate my inner entity and immortalizes it with words.
I have butterflies in my chest
I thought I could put them to rest
stop their flittering, fluttering panic.
a day ago
a week ago
a month ago
a year ago
forever ago
Tonight feels like foreverWith your anger; my concernsThey seem bigger than beforeWe both yell out our fableTo diminishing returnsWith every answer begging more
I wield a fist that has shattered glass, leaving in its wake
Shards strewn across the crimson splatter
lining the sink where I weep
sinking,
sinking,
sinking down into
I am. I am AshleighOr so it says, I am from the Ash Tree.I am the thousands of words written in the darkness in hundreds of other poems, some just like thisI am the photos that plaster my walls
I am
about as young as I will ever be
the beard is looking thin
but the mind is a lifetime of memories
like remember? When I was thirteen?
Skateboards and bursts of energy
God can judge me if he wants,
And so can anyone else
The only verdict I value
Is my judgement of self
The reactions that I draw
From my actions and my flaws
1) Don't ever depend on others if you don't have to.2) I miss the fall leaves. I miss how I shivered in snow.3) I don't know what to say to him.4) I have bad ankles because I never stood up for myself.
Nostrils flared, fists clenched, fingernails digging into my palm, teeth gritting together so tightly I fear they might shatter into a million pieces; my inner demon overcomes me.
All this time i thought we
Were playing childhood games.
You were the husband
And i was the wife, tending
To all the loving children we
Bore together. We knew
This was all make believe .
"Would you be like the others?", I pondered.
It began with art and a hint of hesitancy.
This was my thing. Our thing.
And now you are here to share it. With us.
One of the most magical days of my life
Further down the rabbit hole,into myself into my soul,knowing myself seeing the others,embracing the fact they are me, we are brotherswe've been hurt by our fathers,
Can I ask a million questions, half expecting a million answers?
Should I try to learn all I don't know but should've learned when I was young
Basic human interactions, I must've not been listening
One moment I merely stood,
listening to everything and nothing,
when there you suddenly were.
Small, unimportant, fragile,
and utterly beautiful.
I drove with the windows down To feel the air upon my skin To watch the sunlight kiss the trees To figure out what sleeps within
Conservative flifloppers tackle
warmth,
Declining hugs and scratching their
heads.
Are you mad?
Directly checkering and victimizing
isolated grasshoppers.
Gone AWOL,
walk to the bus,
I was going to start a poem about this topic
But seriously fuck you if you think I write for anyone but myself
I am
Mighty is the mind that gives voice to the soul:
To me, thoughts are mere pieces
That echo my "whole".
Separate so weak,
Together so strong,
One's will manifested
Within abstract form.
How can I take flight when the weight of the world
rests upon my shoulders?
I pray that a second wind give rise to an effortless glide all the while
knowing the absurdity of my actions.
One,Two,Three,A child counts with glee,I count my pain,Hoping feeling will wane,I ask,Can I maintain?My voice sails into the wind,My ship has left the shore,
Two faces, one soul
A diamond or a coal,
Defined by day or night,
Is he fight or is he flight,
Is he silent or does he say,
Selfishness, pride
Her ego, her snide
Bright blue eyes,
Shiny hair
Something more lies under there.
Happy and giddy,
Her grin wide with glee
She’s got the sharpness in tounge
Deep in the confines of her mind
is kept away her fears and insecurities -
but once the night falls
and she lays her head to rest,
the doors open.
I'm lost within the sweet
Lull of silence in the dark
I fall back into thought and retreat
Escape from the world and embark
Into the journey of introspection
Diving into the deepest depths of me
Abysmal contemplation consumes my focus on the actuality of my fallacy. The facade amidst the looking glass fails to cast authenticity. Judgment overshadows the meadow.
for love, for hate, for the broken-hearted...
for your tears, for your fears, for all you've ever wanted but could not win
for the man you are but cannot really show
for the woman you pretend to be
High,
high is the way,
a slow, smooth continuum unfurls through oil black clouds,
flush as memory, dense as it is tangible.
Your emerald green eyes pause,
Orange light passes slowly on; as a slow brook passes an even slower traveler on his melancholy way through life.
The landscape of a soul is
A valley of uncertainty
Beneath a mountain of woes,
A river of doubt
Carving a path between
A desert of despair
And a forest laden with shortcomings.
I am a spiritual man.
I believe
stuff.
I have read a lot, lived
a bunch, experienced
much, seen and did
things
