Archive for February, 2017

Shun Spirit Sanctum

Feeling the attraction to exhume it all
Itching for the invitation calling of its voice
The surge concealed in the inner stall
Subtracts the objective goal of a given choice.

Appealed by the desire to depict it all
Anxious for what’s concealed under the veil
Baffled with the retort of these parables
Bewildered by the perplexity concocting the trail.

A pattern is set for the naked eye to see
For what’s supernatural and what to believe
Pressed on the surface for the iris to bleed
Limited reasoning for what’s there to conceive.

Take a leap of faith into the infinite possibilities
The simplest of paradoxes in contradictory truths
Fix the piece in its place to face the one true reality
The answers most times lie beneath what’s occult.

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Phasma

Posted: February 6, 2017 in Loss Poetry, Painful Poetry
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Phasma

I’ve tried to make amends with the ghosts in my head
Yes, I’ve tried all that is humanly possible to atone
But how are you to make peace with the dead?
When you are still here and they are long gone?

Implicitly Exiled

This was a personal journey
In which you abandoned me
Are you waiting for my return?
Will this time things be different?

To give a leap of faith
Is more than what I can offer
For the peace that comes too late
For the ones who have to suffer.

This was a personal relationship
You and I used to share
Are you willing to confess your slips?
Or would you leave with the fare?

To speak my heart for love
Is more than what I can do
For the souls who are undertow
The ones who didn’t made it through.

A hallowed word is more than a magic wave
You do these things under your will
The words you spread you know they can save
Why do they come beneath a cane of steel?

Atlas

Posted: February 3, 2017 in Painful Poetry, Struggle Poetry
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Atlas

You’ve got to let go of fear
You’ve got to let go of love
And bury every feeling
Deep inside, into apathy.

The more answers I find
The more lost I become
The false aspect of time
That will heal all wounds.

Happiness is a one piece cake
Eat it, eat it, eat it
Enjoy it while you can; intake
It’ll be taken away shortly.

You’ve got to let go of concern
You’ve got to let go of hope
And bury it deep inside
To the point you don’t feel a thing.

The more support I find
The more alone I become
If only good intentions
Could save from this hound.

Life is simply a grain of salt
Keep it safe, hide it
One day it comes to a halt
It all disappears suddenly.

For how long this pattern
Will keep repeating itself?
A thousand times
The sun has risen and sink
It comes without a warning
And it burns deep to the core
The soothing sail of the wind
Cannot ease the weight of this yoke.

Prison of Rage

So this here, you see is what you’re tired of
So this here, you see is what’s gotten you sick
So this here, you see is what I’m made of
So this here, you see is what it’s full of shit.

When I close my eyes, they won’t go away
Even when you’re not here, they just stay
You think I just can shush them away
But they just stay with me every day.

Feelings of loathe and low esteem
Surrounds me to the point I’m trapped
You don’t know how it is, has been
For me to feel like I’m caged like an animal
In this place inside my head
Where I cannot escape
No matter how much I run
How further I move on
I always end up in the same place
Confined in the prison of my rage
Wishing I wouldn’t feel this pain.