I see to bare. This life of mine. These things I must create. Nothing knows. The pain I hold. Even in darkest time. For each his own. The souls to take. God will overlook. Before I sleep. My bones they ache. Until hate leaves my tongue. I curse the gods. I run afoul. Antichrist within. For spells I cast. Mean no more. Than that which I give. For devils hide in shadows to. What will I ever do. I confront myself with petty lies. And true misdirection. Only when my bones run dry. Will I have the will to die. Im filled with hate, god I beg. Righteous on my knees.
Don't worry Dead Ringer. You aren't the criminal anymore than I am. You aren't the saint anymore that I am. You are the creator of love still alive.
I feel possessed, infected with evil. Cursed and unable to fix my train of thought. I can see all the good in the world, but its clouded by so much evil... I feel cornered. I want to live. I feel as though im dieing. When just moments ago, I was at a standstill living in the moment; enjoying every second. This keeps happening, everyday, every hour. I cannot be happy for longer than a few moment before I become aggressive and unsatisfied as though im thirsty and dehydrated. It's disgusting. Im being tortured
And it's so hard to be good to your neighbour because weddings are so unessential for responsibility.
Our lives consist of a series of sensations one followed by the other some of which we may call pleasant and some not so, but you needn't call them either. You experience the parameters of your own measures.
or yeah, I could just be experiencing some emotions that I have experienced my entire life.......... :dizzy2:
Yeah, I dont know. But whatever it is, it's bugging me. I think the longer I participate in these threads that I made 'in the moment' the longer im going to hold onto the feeling that I had when I wrote them. And it's an unpleasant one if that. \thread.
"Oh My God!" She always wanted to observe a supernatural sort of God to join her in the World. And responsibility was looking up, and looking up in the midst of each other. Couldn't God come down and be our self-responsibility for All Time?
Force yourself to write something pleasant, even if you don't feel like it Maybe it will have the opposite effect as lingering on this poem does,
I write happy poetry as well... My poems aren't limited to single emotion, apparently not many people like the darker pieces I write. As you can see from the comments above..... This piece of mine was immediately taken as a health concern; of course I was feeling down when I wrote this.... Then again, I am sure Shakespeare was in love when he wrote Romeo and Juliet....
I'm sorry, Deadringer, I failed to tell youhere how poignant your poem is.....and well written. You have talent....
