I don’t usually post other people’s stuff on my blog, but I loved the simple yet thought-provoking poetry and colours of this project so much I just had to. Really awesome stuff.

http://www.graphicpoetry.net/

The feelings are all churning
In an inner sea of bile.
Painfully raw they’re burning
But you touch them, most servile.
Those opportunistic bastards
Finally have you cornered.
You don’t want to feed them,
But they’re waiting to feed you.
Don’t you understand?
They won’t let you die;
Who will starve for you then?
It’s just one of those nights.

Guilt’s will is iron but false,
And sorrow always has her way;
They care about neither of yours.
Making friends quickly today,
They convince you that it was you,
Who wanted to be their friend.
They hang around all day,
Smoking all your cigarettes
Without ever needing to pay.
And you think it’s alright,
Because you befriended them first.
It’s just one of those nights.

Your daydreams lose their influence,
So at night memory sweats in labour,
Hoping to find some semblance,
To something you can’t remember,
And won’t remember when you wake.
The lies of this ugly world,
Trickle past skin unscathed.
Meandering in a poisonous path,
Death the journey and goal.
You’re really dreaming of sleep,
Even as you dream while sleeping.
It’s just one of those nights.

*Written a couple weeks back..decided to edit and publish.
(Pushed fr: Oct 9, 08)

He said to me come on over.
My shoes drag along the floor,
Which remained a sterile white.
He offered me a few ways to die.

We haggled in milligrams,
For dark trips inside the head.
Tiny little white pills,
Why do they always look so clean?

She quoted sums in five digits,
You expect me to pay attention?
I told her to just forget it,
Didn’t need the pat of sympathy.

Blood is thicker than water,
But I can’t break their hearts again.
Names on my phone promise an ear,
But they can’t keep hearing this shit.

Clouds creep across the blue moon,
I’m living amongst shadows.
Soon the sun will bleed the sky red,
And proceed to kill my own shadow.

*/end rant.   Nothing worth viewing at all, really.  Prolly won’t edit it ever, and not my style to be so literal.  Of late especially, medical appointments feel like death sentences.  Not looking for a drop of sympathy here, I really just needed to get some frustration out of my system.

Not an idealism borne of ignorance,
But one wrought from suffered difference.
Not a passive sabbath of the soul,
But an active conquest to unify it as a whole.

Not a hollow existence fueled by necessity,
But a crushing embrace before precise casualty.
Not the stoic attention paid to practicalities,
But the stubborn survival of reality beneath realities.

Not to allow society’s ingrained cultures to depart,
But to revive the forgotten rhythms of an aching heart.
Not a selfish substitute that replaces duty,
But the sustenance that realises its beauty.

*Scribbles at a coffeeshop. About knowing what reality is but wanting to scrape beneath it, in search for life. Not to sit and passively dream, because they are there for making into realities.

Might have been inspired by one of my all-time fav quotes: ‘Practical people would be more practical, if they would take a little more time for dreaming.’ – J.P. McEvoy

I’m not dying because you don’t want me anymore.   Rather I was already dead, and came alive for the brief moment you did.

I feel it creeping up on me;
My chest grows tight.
My shadow thief has come
In the dead of night.

He won’t possess or kill,
Doesn’t even want to steal.
But he’s craving for adrenaline,
And just wants to break something.

Come feed me with love,
Feed me with desire,
Feed me obsession.
Obsessive obsession
Obsession
Obsessive
Obsession.

Come feed me with hate,
Feed me with pain,
Come abuse me any way you like;
I’ll even beg for it.

I want something to control.
Something to understand.
Something to fight.

It kills me when I cannot reason
The way that I feel,
And when I spiral into madness
Against my own will.

*Another old poem sitting in my notepad, editted and uploaded.  About feeling terrible for no rhyme or reason, and wanting to feel something, anything, even pain, just so you can justify it.

Exhaustion creeping in
Like mist upon the morning shore.
Tell me, how do you clasp it,
Or grasp it,
Or fathom it?

Let what is good come,
Expel shadow with light.
Leave the shore pristine,
The waters will sparkle gold.
It’s the reflection of the surface
That matters,
Leave whatever’s beneath unseen.

*Just a rough excerpt from scribbles in my notebook.

It feels like I’ve committed treason
Against my soul when I cannot reason,
All these things I don’t have to feel,
Though there’s an underlying appeal.

Damsels in distress are so yesterday,
Charming white knights are tres passe.
Shelter yourself under a web of illusion,
Nobody can save you from your delusion;
Why, they can’t even save themselves.

So let it nibble away at your soul,
You won’t die from a few stupid holes.
Though being alive inside a dead shell,
Is really as bad as going to hell.

Roaming the streets of by and by,
I tempted fate while high on death.
Jaywalked at every junction,
Visited the seven deadly sins.

Swore at the heartless sun,
For prolonging the eventual end.
Adopted world proclaimed truths,
But failed to nurture them into hope.

Found some torn patches of wisdom,
To pad the glass walls of my heart.
Unclasped the steering wheel of my life,
Stepped on the accelerator just to see
How far I can go.

Arriving at the house of never,
You found me destroyed with hatred within.
But boldly you entered my nightmares,
To search for the missing person inside.

You set the hollow within me aflame,
With a perfect understanding
That imperfection cannot fathom.
Lit it up so you can see me clearly,
I’ll burn it down to let you find me.

I’ll never see past the step before me,
But night is not darkness anymore.
Not when my path is bathed in moonlight,
And when your stars shy not from my skies.
You lit it up so you can see me clearly,
I’ll burn it down so I can find you freely.

*For those who found something familiar, the first line of the 1st and 4th para join up to form a similar whole quote by Miguel de Cervantes. Special thanks to my friend Clarence, for lending inspiration for this piece.

I have a genuine plastic smile,
Kinda looks like the one you own.
Slip it on to talk to me while
Silent tears of glass slip alone.
We just don’t dare to deal,
With anything that’s real.
Why does it cost so much to be careless,
When we’re so far away from flawless?
So just pretend you’re alright,
And I’ll keep my truth in fetters.
The penance for guilt will be light,
If we leave the shards to scatter
Into foreign bits of matter,
To cut us up inside.

I’ll show you how fragile I really am,
Don’t lie to me, you’re no better yourself.
What room is there to fear of falling,
If I’m holding you close enough?
Like driftwood to you I’m clinging,
You keep me floating when tides turn rough.

I made myself some pretty chains,
Like you I fasten them on by day.
Everyone has a key to their bane,
But I had to throw mine away.
I’m nothing left but to be mended,
And your key fits perfect into me.
So don’t you leave me stranded,
Please, come set me free?
And I can fall on my knees begging,
But to you it don’t mean a thing.
When night from the sky is muted,
The chains will return undisputed.
Don’t leave me to my own devises,
My enemy has no lack of vices.

I’ll show you how fragile I really am,
Don’t lie to me, you’re no better yourself.
What room is there to fear of falling,
If I’m holding you close enough?
Like driftwood to you I’m clinging,
You keep me floating when tides turn rough.

*Written awhile back..maybe a month or 2.  Wanted lyrics but somehow kept sinking back to poetry..Decided to just edit, update and get it out of my system. A slight variation and derivation from a prior quote.