Here comes the end of times.
Times I've loved, times sublime.
But time can't be kept in this vessel.
This visage withers and grows old but this concept older than time itself,
May live to rebirth a new hypocrisy.
I'm but another speck of sand that makes up the landscape of our existence.
Blow me away like the piece of shit pollen I am and we will see how far my ideals are taken.
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Tuesday, 30 April 2019
"Healthy"
Just let me self medicate this fucked up head. I'm done spending days and days in bed. All I was is a little go, a sky castle, angel wings
Sunday, 17 March 2019
Cruising for a bruising
Taking a tab rolling into 3 days, work.
Melting my brain looking for that heat.
Tryna synthesize the matrix shit, deep.
Bending over backwards, my own head.
Can I get a sheet, a bar, a line, hands wrapped around my dainty little throught.
Nah that's a lie.
I'm ok I'm alright, silly little cuck
Melting my brain looking for that heat.
Tryna synthesize the matrix shit, deep.
Bending over backwards, my own head.
Can I get a sheet, a bar, a line, hands wrapped around my dainty little throught.
Nah that's a lie.
I'm ok I'm alright, silly little cuck
Bits n bobs
Just let me self medicate this fucked up head.
I'm done spending days and days in bed.
All I was is a little go, a sky castle, angel wings
I'm done spending days and days in bed.
All I was is a little go, a sky castle, angel wings
I may not be smart but I do have some heart. My back is fucked and my brain is wack. Stop trying to add me to the rest of the stack. You don't know me and either do I.
Stop trying to put labels on this mystery guy. The irony is right there but hey I don't care because I'm a material girl who has come to fuck up this world.
No not with hate, malice or crime but with my lyrical knives blinding you like icarus too the dive.
Stop trying to put labels on this mystery guy. The irony is right there but hey I don't care because I'm a material girl who has come to fuck up this world.
No not with hate, malice or crime but with my lyrical knives blinding you like icarus too the dive.
Sunday, 22 April 2018
Eternal weightlessness
I'm lost In this eternal spacewalk. Somewhere between where I need to be and where I want to be. Dumbfounded and with a quizzical expression I dare to understand my reality. Unfortunately for this weary pshyconaut the universe and conscious thought cannot be contained within the 5th dimensional box we refer to as our brains. Perhaps one day he will grasp the tail end of the answer he is looking for but for now he will have to be content with the knowledge that definitions are only correct because people haven't proven them wrong and one day he will be the one to redefine the word impossible.
Monday, 11 April 2016
Faces in the trees
It was quite a sight to see.
I look up and all there is to see are trees.
On closer inspection the different forms and limbs start to morph and combine.
When so many patterns, objects and faces come to mind.
Some are scary things and others are not.
Sometimes the good things change their face.
Other times the evil things turn good.
In this place of the trees.
Its dosent much matter matter.
I look up and all there is to see are trees.
On closer inspection the different forms and limbs start to morph and combine.
When so many patterns, objects and faces come to mind.
Some are scary things and others are not.
Sometimes the good things change their face.
Other times the evil things turn good.
In this place of the trees.
Its dosent much matter matter.
Sunday, 10 April 2016
Combination on lock
Brain is dead, no thoughts.
I don’t want to be saved because it’s already too late.
Love is like that ulcer that you keep tonguing.
Slipping through space and time. Wondering if you’ll be mine.
Now I can’t rap and I can’t sing. But soon you will see I do this thing where I say words.
Live fast and it will break you. Die young. It will make you.
I don’t want to be saved because it’s already too late.
Love is like that ulcer that you keep tonguing.
Slipping through space and time. Wondering if you’ll be mine.
Now I can’t rap and I can’t sing. But soon you will see I do this thing where I say words.
Live fast and it will break you. Die young. It will make you.
A side note to this poem - I always have a note in my phone chocked full of phrases and little bits and bobs I think of but have no use for. One day I was reading down it and was incredibly surprised when it read this beautiful. I haven’t changed or rearranged anything here it’s just how I wrote each snippet.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
Ignition
These red thoughts are warm and fuzzy.
These thoughts are fun and buzzy.
These warm feelings are funny.
These fuzzy feelings are clearing.
These thoughts are fun and buzzy.
These warm feelings are funny.
These fuzzy feelings are clearing.
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
New times to come
My thoughts are translucent and thick.
It’s a strange feeling to be sure.
A feeling I’ve not felt before.
Breathing deep has always been a problem.
But for some reason these days there isn’t resistance.
No weight pressing down on my chest.
No short scared breaths.
I can hear my self from with in.
It’s a strange feeling to be sure.
A feeling I’ve not felt before.
Breathing deep has always been a problem.
But for some reason these days there isn’t resistance.
No weight pressing down on my chest.
No short scared breaths.
I can hear my self from with in.
Saturday, 2 April 2016
Ultra violet
Some times I want to crawl out of this skin of mine.
Some times I want to change my mind.
Make mistakes and dance all night.
Say fuck it to the world.
Some times I want to fly like Icarus.
Shoot so far and super fast, burn like hell to make it last.
Some times I want to change my mind.
Make mistakes and dance all night.
Say fuck it to the world.
Some times I want to fly like Icarus.
Shoot so far and super fast, burn like hell to make it last.
L
The horror these eyes have seen.
Nothing on the surface to see, he seems normal enough.
The bad times are bad but the worst times are still to come.
You know you can’t run from a demon when you have nightmares when your awake.
He flinches from a force that can no longer hurt him.
And yet still continues to cause him pain.
He twitches from the thought of the event. Both seeing it as a blur and crystal clear in his head.
He is confused.
The voice taunts him from afar and sometimes takes the time to find him where he had been hiding.
He feels sick to his stomach. Other people feel rage and anger. But these are not the emotions he harbors In his heart.
He dosent know what this world is coming to. Nor does he know if he wants to be apart of it.
Every time he sees something in this world worth living for he gets crushed and shunted aside like yesterday’s news.
Every time he sees a light it’s always dimmed by his views.
They say to him time heals everything. But he knows that’s a sour truth. Because be that as it may it’s also the slow ticking of that same clock that kills.
How can someone die if they hadn’t ever lived he wonders to him self.
He shan’t think about this morbid subject lightly. For everything has its timing.
Nothing on the surface to see, he seems normal enough.
The bad times are bad but the worst times are still to come.
You know you can’t run from a demon when you have nightmares when your awake.
He flinches from a force that can no longer hurt him.
And yet still continues to cause him pain.
He twitches from the thought of the event. Both seeing it as a blur and crystal clear in his head.
He is confused.
The voice taunts him from afar and sometimes takes the time to find him where he had been hiding.
He feels sick to his stomach. Other people feel rage and anger. But these are not the emotions he harbors In his heart.
He dosent know what this world is coming to. Nor does he know if he wants to be apart of it.
Every time he sees something in this world worth living for he gets crushed and shunted aside like yesterday’s news.
Every time he sees a light it’s always dimmed by his views.
They say to him time heals everything. But he knows that’s a sour truth. Because be that as it may it’s also the slow ticking of that same clock that kills.
How can someone die if they hadn’t ever lived he wonders to him self.
He shan’t think about this morbid subject lightly. For everything has its timing.
Polarize
Searching for meaning in This vast ocean of people.
Society has a place for you, behind a desk.
Your outfit is chosen.
Your identity subdued.
The boot of society stamping out the difference in he rest.
Colours are too hard to handle.
Black and white convictions.
Never changing ideas and jurisdictions.
Society has a place for you, behind a desk.
Your outfit is chosen.
Your identity subdued.
The boot of society stamping out the difference in he rest.
Colours are too hard to handle.
Black and white convictions.
Never changing ideas and jurisdictions.
Listen to me.
That’s all I ask.
I know you hear me but the words don’t sink in.
We talk for hours only for you to turn around and ask all the same questions.
I might be quiet or you might be deaf.
But for 20 years of my life I feel I haven’t been heard yet.
It’s not fair, it’s not ok.
I want to talk about these feelings in my brain.
You shoot me down like I’m a lead Zeppelin.
My none existent confidence cant stand it.
I can barley breath around you for fear I might do it wrong.
Just listen to me and I will tell you.
That’s all I ask.
I know you hear me but the words don’t sink in.
We talk for hours only for you to turn around and ask all the same questions.
I might be quiet or you might be deaf.
But for 20 years of my life I feel I haven’t been heard yet.
It’s not fair, it’s not ok.
I want to talk about these feelings in my brain.
You shoot me down like I’m a lead Zeppelin.
My none existent confidence cant stand it.
I can barley breath around you for fear I might do it wrong.
Just listen to me and I will tell you.
Friday, 25 March 2016
That fucking beach.
Sands and sea Stretches on for eternity.
No one on it but me.
I’m all alone, no one on the horizon but my own shitty company.
My thoughts slipping and jumbled like the sand under my feet.
The sun will rise and fall just like it does, every day.
The only stable thing in my life if this chain of suns and moons, forever spinning together.
Why can’t people be like that! There with you forever.
That’s just it. Nothing is forever.
Sands and sea Stretches on for eternity.
No one on it but me.
I’m all alone, no one on the horizon but my own shitty company.
My thoughts slipping and jumbled like the sand under my feet.
The sun will rise and fall just like it does, every day.
The only stable thing in my life if this chain of suns and moons, forever spinning together.
Why can’t people be like that! There with you forever.
That’s just it. Nothing is forever.
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