A person who has to deal with suffering, daily. Writing helps, so that is what is shown. Small tips, poems, even novels.
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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Ferrum™ Off Shoot Series: Petr's lamenting dream
YA vizhu tvoye litso. YA pomnyu. YA pomnyu..... (I feel everything when I dream. The restraints, that cold metal forced in my ass. The warm blood running down my leg. I just focused on you in my mind's eye. It was going to get me through it. You, Arpad, were. Then I was dragged out and I saw you, your face. You were kneeling, with a shotgun with bird shot was right in your face. It was all execution style. They brought us together, for me to watch them tear us apart. Yours eyes had much worry, but just worry for me, not for yourself. In that moment your eyes said "Forgive me, my lyubimyy Feodore." Then that trigger was pulled and your head was pushed back a bit. I couldn't see your face. But then, you started to pull your head back upright. You were alive but your eyes were not your own. You started to slowly bleed from almost everywhere and nowhere. As your head started to drop forward, I saw that you were bleeding from each bird shot wound. Like plato being squeezed through a pretend plato noodle maker. I was back in my cell, still being raped, blood still pouring down my legs, and absolutely no emotion.)....... YA ne zabyvayu. YA ne proshchayu. Dlya tekh politseyskikh, ya prikhozhu, dnem, i noch'yu.
Friday, March 7, 2014
"Krokodil" ™
Moskva's burning.
Government's laughing.
What's that? Crimea's falling.
The ruble has descended, there is no God.
Vodka's failing its job.
Thionyl chloride with codeine gives me a-chlorocodile, then catalyze me, Krokodil.
Oh how clandestine!
My opioid receptors surge to life. They love the agonist.
Fade into blissful relaxation. Euphoric and talkative and relaxed!
I start to smell. My legs swell. I don't feel a thing. I'm sure it's fine.
I see through my leg, how strange.
People think I'm deranged.
"I wasn't happy," I say as the piano wire cuts through my leg.
Government's laughing.
What's that? Crimea's falling.
The ruble has descended, there is no God.
Vodka's failing its job.
Thionyl chloride with codeine gives me a-chlorocodile, then catalyze me, Krokodil.
Oh how clandestine!
My opioid receptors surge to life. They love the agonist.
Fade into blissful relaxation. Euphoric and talkative and relaxed!
I start to smell. My legs swell. I don't feel a thing. I'm sure it's fine.
I see through my leg, how strange.
People think I'm deranged.
"I wasn't happy," I say as the piano wire cuts through my leg.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
"Ahedonia" TM*
I don't care
I really don't
I bet on my own atrophy
All with apathy
Trapped by will
No walls
My muscles won't respond to my mind
My mind won't respond to joy
What is life beyond this?
Is there life beyond this?
I don't care
"Hopeless is a Valley" TM*
I am tired
I am sore
I am stuck
Over here
I see the light
Over the horizon
No pass
Nor hope
Shows it's self
For any trip
Over that mountain
I want to be scared
I want to be manic
I want to love
I want to be happy
I want to have joy
But not from here
I want to have sex
I want to have fun
I want to taste some hung-
I want to have purpose
My pain is an agonist to my hopelessness
Where's my antagonist?
Where's my inverse agonist?
Where is time?
Now Mama, don't you worry
I am not afraid
And I will always be standing towards the Light.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
"Pity Thoughts of a Twink? Nope. A Normal Thought For Any Human!" (poem, I own it, Do NOT use)
When I see you with nothing on-
I feel so safe-
I feel I belong
When you look into my mind's eye-
I feel like we will never die
When you touch me-
I feel nothing-
I want to feel something-
That's not in my mind
I really want to see you
I may just need to feel you-
... Again
I'll love you 'til I die-
Even if it's only in my mind....
I feel so safe-
I feel I belong
When you look into my mind's eye-
I feel like we will never die
When you touch me-
I feel nothing-
I want to feel something-
That's not in my mind
I really want to see you
I may just need to feel you-
... Again
I'll love you 'til I die-
Even if it's only in my mind....
"Lost & Checkered Soul" (poem, I own it, Please Do NOT use, action will be taken if used)
Perpetually going from guy to guy
Desperately trying to fill the holes in the moth eaten sweater of a heart
No drug
&
No Surgery
Can fix these holes in my heart
These holes seared into the innocent's heart from a tender age
I feel only love can fill these holes
Yet they still exist
Have I not found the love or does it just not work
Even in this pain
You can not live your life within the personal adds of the internet
Desperately trying to fill the holes in the moth eaten sweater of a heart
No drug
&
No Surgery
Can fix these holes in my heart
These holes seared into the innocent's heart from a tender age
I feel only love can fill these holes
Yet they still exist
Have I not found the love or does it just not work
Even in this pain
You can not live your life within the personal adds of the internet
"The Real King" (poem by me. I also own it. Please do not use.)
An absent king
She takes up the sword, the armor, and the crown
For she states: "Every person, please calm down."
She can wait through indefinite time and space
Faster then any Cicindelidae
She will, and does, take any attacker on like the little goddess, Methocha
An assassin of evil and hate
She outshines the sun itself
She is dark, an olm can even follow her
She loves, hates, destroys & creates
For she is the king
And brings the unreachable joy
She takes up the sword, the armor, and the crown
For she states: "Every person, please calm down."
She can wait through indefinite time and space
Faster then any Cicindelidae
She will, and does, take any attacker on like the little goddess, Methocha
An assassin of evil and hate
She outshines the sun itself
She is dark, an olm can even follow her
She loves, hates, destroys & creates
For she is the king
And brings the unreachable joy
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