This fascination that we feel

is very, very, very real...

drawn from the unfathomable

(of gadgets and apparatus)

a still warm & human facet...

There are many voices in your mind

and I see something too inside...

the Pen whispers, and bleeds its lines.

#Challenge #SomethingConfusingThatStillMakesAlotOfSenseToMe

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It figures, it just figures

the Trigger that aims the hand

that holds our world as hostage

to its own snaps of reason

proclaims Its innocence!

...Personifies the weapon:

"There, there, lies the One that did it!"

By tradition we are all

perpetually hunted,

hunted by our discomfort

yet figure ourselves Hunters

of the entire Dominion

...seen for us to rape, plunder

But not by Everyone, no,

just for a selected few

unjustified Successes;

for these now, or that there, or

say with hard-enough work

...or by one lottery-stroke: 

"some nobody just like you!"

Cause sorry there's not a lot

to be had for us at all;

it's no wonder some latch off 

uncontrolled at friend or foe

under overwhelming stress

...targeted and trapped like It

Plain folks in lines of fire

each of us a simile

as the ever loaded Gun,

one step closer, and closer,

to firing our bullets

...reactive Triggers that we are

#Challenge #GunsDontKillPeople #PeopleKillPeople #NoQuestionMark 

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Depression

is having a heart

that constantly pumps sadness

through your veins

and desperately wanting

that heart to stop.

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Writing is like shouting

Into the void

The void is dark

The void is scary

But shout loud

And shout clear

And soon enough

Someone will hear

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In all that I do

Wherever I go

Whatever I say

In all that I know

Love shall be the root

From which my future will grow

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Nobody loves me

And I cannot love myself

Perhaps I’m simply ill

And illness can be helped

But that’s not the way it feels

That’s not the way it seems

I’ll say farewell to this loveless world

And then I’ll take my leave

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Vincent van Gogh

You genius of the Netherlands

With broken mind yet steady hand

Doing everything he can

To let the whole world know

The love you have despite your woe

And how you wished they’d love you so

A love that you would never know

So haunted by your pain and strife

In that wretched field you took your life

Those people who ignored your cries

Now dress in black and dry their eyes

They only love you once you’ve died

I am fearless

When she is with me

The impossible

Suddenly becomes possible

When she is mine

The world is mine as well

-Genji

this poetic prologue

a feeble exercise

to encapsulate common

place frustration

experienced by

this fledgling author.

yukon determine verdict

once ye peruse short

spurious poem

below decks

will consume scant minutes.

hoop fully byte size

format asper reflections

bing hobbled akin twin

frustrated cobbler

with nary a sole

to shoe healing power

of summoning

creativity words

stitched together

trying ma darnedest

to capture

fleeting idea.

filed within memory banks

jagged shoals of rock

illusory images frieze

leitmotif cerebral pad lock

forcing together mis

matched metaphors

or what not ad hoc

there a young lad skipping

with his lass in colorful frock

passing fanciful day dream

lazing about on the dock

while hands of time tick

on the clock

sober reality check tears me away

from idyllic distractions

rearing head of immense

frightful mental block

a bygone student of Antioch.

now an epilogue and expansion

of given thesis sans above premise.

i now oblige objective at hand,

and resume con sue mating

avant garde fashion express

sing difficulty for me

to seal craft building blocks

of english language in

a fitting manner does justice,

and gives liberty to leap

ping lizard like thoughts

that dart to and fro

hither and yon within my mind.

rather than censor or edit,

I pour out at rapid fire rate

the notions that flit thru

me noggin staring at black

strunk white screen. some

times eyes remain closed

to help initiate process

to summon forth this, that

or another barely

perceptible concept.

the task less difficult

when topic provided

happens to be the case

with self imposed

approximately five hun

dread word epistle,

which preconceived

subject automatically

narrows focus into

figurative box.

when provided  

with specified issue,

the effort arduous

to gather plethora

of disparate points

indicating directions

diatribe in question could shift.

any one of these paths

(if not most) take down  

moribund dead end

with only infinite abyss

as an escape. countless trials

and errors find exploration

(to state near physical exhaustion)

where each bramble strewn route

only finds this pensive fellow hopelessly

and inextricably entangled within his

own thicket of unprintable verbiage.

would you believe and/

or accept, that ah aha

eureka moment arises

(and vacuum powerfully

sucks up every ounce

of concentration)

most unexpectedly

and inconveniently

per on the toilet,

when paragraphs

nearly tumble pell mell

of their accord

(defying laws

of physics) from

tips of these fingers

or bowels of this simian.

a frantic attempt finds

zealous effort to tap

unstoppable barrage

barreling forth

from fount of mother

lode, than finds

slightest distraction

(such as a delivery

of parcel, tornado,

cosmic catastrophe,

et cetera) to lose precious spider

thin thread forever

(at the eleventh hour)

lost along vast vista

abandoned like useless

obsolete materiel.

even upon minutes scrutinizing

satisfactory completion

sans lengthy manuscript,

an unbiased opinion

of displeasure frequently

takes place finds disappoint

ment, and these myopic eyes

blink and stare once again

at white washed computer screen.

I don´t trust my words anymore

see when I start coughing up the alphabet on a white paper

only do I see the color red

see I posion myself with my own ink

see when I first fell in love with words

it was for fun

But then I realized you can use words like a gun

and your mouth like a bullet

you tell hurtful lies

and dust

them with

vengeful truth

see you didn´t expect

these words to grow

hands and slap you in the face

see you manipulate the ending the way you want it

to justify your anger

you go to sleep on cotton candy clouds

you hold yourself in a crucifixaion

at night

you wear black

and mourn your own existence

you know it´s until a matter of time

before they tear you apart

see they put a crown on your head

and you bowed down

and let the repuation sink in your bones and got to comfortable in the mask

see the church will lie in ruins today

after you sit in

the pew

see your the hymn

the sinners sing

see your the obituray

that sounds like poetry

see you are the raven

that poe wrote about

you are the mournful cry

that sounds like laughter as they watch your fall

you carry in your pocket a sliver knife wrapped in velvet

you commit murder

and call it justice

you are the hypocrite

that trembles on a holy ground

and calls yourself a religion

you are a lucrid dream

vomit

vulgar

vomrit

you committ

fraud

against

yourself

you

elate

yourself

and

deflate

yourself

you pinprick holes in your flesh

and call out abuse

you carve your hands in your mouth

and force

projectile on the page

you throw your heart up

and hoping someone will catch it when you fall

your the ex you wrote about

your the devil and the mary

you impregant yourself

with a disased mind

you go too far into the rabbit hole

and the magican can never pull you out the hat

because your no magic trick

your the rhythimical jester

at the court

you paint over your face

and wear a mask

your artifically made

you take the storys of others

and sow it in your veins

and

say you know pain .

you tie a noose around reality

and hang yourself from it

you were death

but you never came

virgin

hands

wrapped

around

the

fragilty

storms brews inside me

you call yourself a follower

of the path

you are infact your own master

to which you slave.

you stretch like elastic

and stray far from

the beginng

you manipulate yourself

your out of control

your mouth

its own gun

your hands the razors

your mind the bully

your pen used to save you

you learned how to use it for murder

see I take shots at my soul

to rember that I am human

I tell you the truth

I bring you to courtroom

and put myself on trial

at the end of the case

I will say I am guilty

I put myself behind bars

I clothe myself in a orange jacket

I brand myself with my own deal

I don´t trust this mind

it was told it was crazy

see they like to call you a liar

when you tell the truth

but maybe the best liars

tell the truth you can only handle

see the crow cried 3 times

and yet peter denied

see i am the sheep in wolf clothing

see i am lips that kiss the one i betrayed

see i am lucifer in your awakening

see I am the cloak of midnight

see you write in metaphors

because it keeps it from being to personal

see i leave it out here and be vulnerable

I

am

a

L

I

A

R

AM I ?

#darkpoetry #insanity of being Human #secrets #the raven crowed