Archive for the ‘Reflection Poetry’ Category

Consuming Fire

Fill this tank
‘Cause it’s empty
You faceless man
You used to have a name
Not mentioned anymore
Cause I’m too proud
And I’m too hurt
To even repent.

I knew from the beginning that this was going to fail
You told me over and over and over and over again
But I like the mistakes in a flavor that I can enjoy the taste
I’m drowning but my arms don’t reach out to be saved.

Leave me alone
But (please) don’t forsake me
Cause you’re in my head
And still cannot hear me
Bit my tongue
Before claiming anything
My pride
My anchor keeping my under.

I know of your existence and all of your righteous ways
But this outcast found a place where hurt is heard
There’s no more trace of you in the present world here
It has become the thing that you told me I’d most fear.

If you don’t reach me, I won’t attempt anything alone
I know that I need this, but I need to see my worth
You left an imprint in my soul, enough to hold me back
But you forget to place a filter when the sky turns black.

Ectype in Sepia

This is something new
So I like the way it looks
I still haven’t gotten used to
The bright vibrant colors.

This is so soft
I like the way it feels
I still haven’t got used to
The touch of the surface.

I think I have grown old
Thinking about how marvelous
Are the shades in this picture
Captivating and keeping me in awe.

(It’s) hard to write about you
With that smile and that glow
It’s best to keep it in stored
In the storage of my memory.

(It’s) hard to look at you
Without pondering possibilities
The hourglass’s broken
Pouring all the specks about.

I think I have grown weary
Thinking about the wind breeze
Waiting by the cold shore
Tallying the phony sirens at bay.

A rag boy stumbling still
From your perspective is skewed
Less oil for this engine to reel
Every feeling once wasted, spewed.

In Spirit

I’m lost
Where’s my light?
I’m looking for it
As it is looking for me.

All this road
Has me tired
Will it give up on me?
As I given up on it?

You wish you could save me
As I wish I could save myself
I wish I could give you
Give you the love I cannot give myself.

All this love that I feel is overwhelming
To give it away until I’m completely empty
Just to suffer ‘cause I wish you were here with me
But I can feel you, only in spirit.

I’ve lost
My will to fight
Is there anything
Else out there for me?

All these wounds
Have me wounded
Will I ever truly heal?
Enough to help others?

You wish you could save me
As I wish I could save myself
I wish I could convince you
All the things I won’t believe myself.

All this love that I feel overtakes me
To give it away until I’m completely empty
Just to suffer ‘cause I wish I could be there for you
And yet I could, but only in spirit.

My Decision

She likes to keep it together by pushing you to the side
She would step over you before swallowing her pride
She’d risk it all as long as she have to doesn’t apologize
She would do all this before she comes to realize.

She’s never wrong and she’ll never humble
For all the damage she’s done, she’ll never feel ashamed of
She doesn’t regret having to humiliated you
She could care less about moral values and manners.

She contradicts her gloating by despising me
She likes to waste time with her indifference
She cries, only for you to feel sorry about her
She likes boasting her ego by making you feel like less.

She fucks things up and never takes responsibility
She’s all about herself, one side blame on me
She feeds on her all powerful sense of femininity
Her arrogance’s set to drown any sense of sympathy.

It is my decision not to deal with any of this
It is my decision to speak things like they are
It is my decision to call on all of her bullshit
Never again will I be fooled by appearance.

The Vagrant’s Note

Emotions, sensations
Food for thoughts
Unravels in relations
A dish served best cold

Just a scream within the noise
A girl with a golden crown
In this life you’re given a choice
To carry on or stay down.

You know it all
We know that already
And what shall
Go wrong will do so.

Passive, aggressive
Secretly manipulative
Needy and impulsive
Existence that’s invasive.

This isn’t the response awaited
Not the wings you need
When everything’s incongruent
Best find out its meaning.

You know it all
We know that already
And what shall
Go wrong will do so.

Commentaries Section

I’m in this loop
That seems of reruns
Of my memories
Of what was once
And these feelings
They keep coming over
But it’s been too many seasons
Of the same old-same old
And the viewers have moved on
Cause they’ve gotten bored.

In this script
The writer got sick
Of writing new elements
So everything that’s left
Are fillers to carry on
The length of the time
That things are being noticed
For how long
Will they hold up
Being so monotonous,
So repetitive?

I’ve stopped being brand new and interesting
A long time ago
I’m just a has-been
Of a person that never was.

Cornelia

She came into the room without knocking on the door
Just like she has done a million times before
She came in like flame, burning on the floor
Looking all innocent but we know what she has in store.

Must be cold in here
You’re shaking all over
Dripping from the hair
Too young to be sober.

Porcelain girl, wearing her small doll dress
Silky night gown, she’s being a seductress.

Too fragile for the great fall
When it hits ground, it breaks
Cutting off her flesh, her heart
Blurring in all of her other scars…

She clung onto me like an insect against a flytrap
A startling response, I just couldn’t react
Her arms and legs tight around my body
She’s never liked her father but she’s calling me “daddy”.

Must be hot in here
She’s dropping her robe
Thinking; is it love or fear?
Too young just to cope.

Porcelain girl, feeling awkward in her own skin
Insecurity ingrown, she seems to be hurting.

Too fragile for the great fall
When it hits ground, it breaks
Cutting off her flesh, her heart
Blurring in all of her other scars…

Invisible to the eye
I don’t see you as such
Confusion is such a lie
Coercing you to rush.

Just to give in to the passion
Just to see another’s reaction
She’s in the dangerous position
Where succumbing suffices to the occasion.