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Warmer Waters
I find myself back here
floating along this sea of misery
A familiar bank of fog encompassing my ship
But this time, it’s not pressing - depressing nor harsh or cold
Its warmth caresses my cheek as the rocking waves lull me into sleep
I might not know where I am or where I am going But the waters are warmer here and even with this uncertainty The thick veil surrounding me I feel at peace with the sea as I dream of sailing these warmer waters with you
If its true That you can only Love someone else If you love yourself Then i shall stay single Till i start to rot In mother earths muddy embrace
I only lie when i love you
Because And lets be frank No one does - No one beside me And even when i do I lie because I only lie when i love you No redeeming qualities Out there Outcast Castaway In the sea Of society Heir to the isle of Solitude And yet you long Long for love But i cant be Without you We are trapped Trapped together Because you cant be Without me So i lie I lie about all the things Because we need to go Go on March on And we cant If i wont love If i wont love you So i lie But i only lie I only lie when i love you
If there ever was
A meaning in life
A purpose for everyone
Are some of us doomed
Fuck from the start?
Should we ever
Swim against the current?
What is the endgame
For those who have lost
The second they came
Into existence?
Maybe there is nothing to it
No purpose
No endgoal
No payoff
Just failures
Thrown into an unforgiving world
Planets; Pt 3
Hurtling through space Like i did before Nothing to be seen No star, no planet, nothing but the uncharted unknown The sea has frozen over The lush meadows and trees Have crumbled to dust And the sun shines no more No twinkling in the sky leads my way Lost in the pitch black Far away from any soul Maybe some of us Deserve to be lost And never be found The poets And artists And misfits Those who challenge Our view Of our little worlds Maybe that is why I am damned Cursed to be lonely An unspoken outcast One of few My world grows colder The fingers turn blue Maybe there is nothing left Nothing left to do But to wait Wait for eternity to end
You know you are In a bad spot When even venting Through poetry Seems utterly And completely Pointless
An ode to bourbon or The sound of bourbon
Hello bourbon, my old friend I've come to drink with you again Because a feeling softly creeping Left its seeds while I was weeping And the feeling that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of bourbon
In sleepless lives I walked alone Narrow streets of bars and stone 'Neath the halo of an open sign I turned the cap of my cold wine When my brain was stabbed by The flash of the neon sign That split my mind And touched the sound of bourbon
And in the open door I saw Ten thousand drunkards, maybe more People drinking without class or taste People dancing, completely shitfaced People drunk-dialing all the ex’s they shouldn’t call ‘cus after all they are drunk on bourbon
"Fools", said I, "You do not know bourbon like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my wine that I might reach you" But my wine, like silent spilling fell And echoed in the wells of bourbon
And the drunkards bowed and prayed To the bourbon god they made And the glass flashed out its warning In the smells that it was forming And the glass said: "The words of the prophets are Written on the bathroom stalls And barroom halls And whispered in the sound of bourbon."
Doc smiles as he spits out the smoking stump of his cigarette. Dark red droplets, like ink on his face, glisten in the warm shine of the dying day. Silver bullets glare in between his fingers, as he loads the old yellowboy. “Why the long face, ol’ chap?”, the smile widens into a grin, the gun is cocked, “Time to earn our pay in bullets and blood!”
Love yourself
Noone else will do it for you
Suffering of my own making
As much as i like being weird I wish i was normal Just like everyone else My life would be so easy And yet riddled with problems I would have never thought of Normal people problems No panic No second guessing No questioning my normality No realizing i am just as normal As everyone else And yet i am abnormal, weird, twisted Completely different From everyone Around me
Who put me in this hell? Or am i maker of my own Suffering?
Silent voices
They went as they came Quiet The vacuum they left Is now filled with silence Eery silence
Endlich allein Unendlich allein
And yet, i am still confused By the mess They left me with What will i do with this? Why is it here In the first place? I never wanted this Or anything like it.
And now they wont take it back.
Screaming voices
Why wont they stop I cant hear a word Of what they are screaming In agony In panic All of them try To be the loudest Thus noone is heard Why wont they stop I cant rectify the problem Attack it at its roots If you dont tell me What the fuck is wrong Wrong with me
Copy
Sometimes i ask myself If i am real or fake Are my thoughts, my feelings, my morals, my behavior truely mine? Or is there nothing new under the sun? Am i just the summary of all influences on me, a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy?
Im tired of making mistakes Im tired of trying to learn from my failings And ending up with less than i started Why am i being held in a prison With walls made of flesh All i want is to be free All i want is a way out Someone cut me loose Take my heart And run Far away
I feel like I have grown Sick Of seeing all these Hand-holders Cuddelers Kissers Lovers Maybe its because I have grown Jealous
Why does the sentence "Guess im gonna have to hit the clubs" sound more frightening than it should?
Constant companions
Everyday They lurk In the shadows Of my mind Whispering
Day in Day out Stalking me When i am alone
They speak Of untrue things They say I am ugly Undesirable Unfunny Disgusting A tool to be used My usefulness long expired To those i know A chore to be around An abomination
That i will die alone In the dark Forgotten By whoever I have met
I try to ignore them Run away and hide Scream at them And denounce The things they say
But all they do Is run faster And scream louder I find myself Unable to ignore them
And after some time One starts to wonder If what they say Doesnt have a kernel Of truth