Kim's Krazy Poetry...

Crucify me

Empty thoughts flood my mind
filling the void of nothingness
leaving me naked and exposed
for all to crucify me for my beliefs
while I wait for my salvation,
never meant to appear to
Save me from myself.

Peace and love

 

Crucify me Part 2

I am stripped naked,
a lamb led for slaughter
for your own perverse pleasure
while you watch on your
golden throne, ornate
with lapis lupis and moonstone,
so symbolic of your infinite wisdom
as you condemn me for
my beliefs that you are
not the chosen one,
for no one is more special
than anyone else but
my line of reasoning
is out of line and
out of touch
with your reality.
Hang me upon your
cross of hatred
and I will gladly
come back for more
if that means I can
save one person
from the dangers
of your delusions.

Peace and love

 

I really like this poem. It's angry and powerful. I'm presuming it's a critique of over-zealous christians. Well written.

Never give up. Never cringe. Never waver. Never falter. Stand up for what you believe in.

Peace,
A.

 

White whirling wisps of smoke
billow from the butt of a cigarette
while I inhale its sweet essence,
allowing my mind to drift off
into sweet nothingness.

Peace and love

 

Leave me alone,
broken and bloodied
on the side of the street,
lost in my infinite sorrows
while my heart is torn,
beating and bleeding
from my deformed chest,
with no hope of repair
except by some glue
will you help me inhale?
I'm alone once again.

Peace and love

 

The words that I am searching for
cannot or will not have the ability
to fully capture the state of my mind,
my mental affairs, or my emotional state
although I shall fumble for the perfect
sounding syllables and imagery unmatched
to convey the depths of my infinite sorrow,
the self afflicted pain which I put myself
through no fault of my own,
blame bad genetics,
blame a sadistic god,
although I prefer to
focus my energy on the
former of the two.

Let me refocus my aim
back at the unending pain
which eats at my aching heart
and destroys my numb mind,
reducing me from a person into
simple neuron misfirings and
dopamine levels out of balance.
That is an easy explanation of
why I am locked in my own
personal heart shaped box
but doesn't not provide the key,
which would allow me to escape
from the bipolar prison I'm within.

Peace and love

 

***Disclaimer*** I am not suicidal so don't take this poem as literal. It's just a creation from the darkest side of mind.

This isn't eloquent and sweet,
well worded or thought out.
it's a glimpse into a tortured mind
that might be too much to bear
for the average audience
who can't relate to the
overwhelming pain of living
a manic depressive life.

Kurdt Kobain knew that burning and
uncontrollable pain as well as I do
and could express it much better
as he did in his brilliant work of art,
the ultimate cry for help called Milk It
"Look on the bright side is suicide"
a statement which is looking
more and more attractive every day.

What did Kurdt want to call his last release?
I hate myself and I want to die
That is how I feel tonight.
I am tired of the seemingly
bottomless pit of depression
that appears to be my life.

If life is an infinite ocean of experiences,
then I am fucked because I can't swim,
trying so desperately to stay afloat
but drowning keeps looking better and better
compared to the struggle of everyday life.

I look at the pathetic state of my mind and poem
and can only come up with one simple prayer,
May I fall asleep and never suffer again.


Peace and love

 

I think this excerpt is great. The simplicity of these first two lines is perfect. I'm lucky in that I can swim.... but sometimes I just forget how.

Nice work Hippiechick.
Keep posting.
Peace,
A.

 

Musings for the night...

Trapped inside my mind,
inside this world that was
never meant to be,
the creation of egotistical men
with visions of power
tainted with corruption.

Examine the world and you can
clearly see the shallowness,
the emptiness of true meaning,
everything has a price tag,
these lies, the dream,
are too expensive
for the working man to buy.

Image is truth in this society
if seeing is believing.
Sensationalism sells,
Insanity reigns supreme
when nothing makes sense,
values and vice are interchangeable
depending on what day it is.

We see what we are shown
and believe it is truth.
We are given roles to play in this
insane circus that so many buy into,
purchasing that ticket without
contemplating the cost.

Individuality no longer exists
when it is mass-marketed,
purchased at any mall
for the low cost of $39.99
for a ripped pair of studded pants
nails painted black,
just another form of
conformity.

Those who truly stand out are ridiculed,
pushed aside, ostracized from
the right minded folks,
innovation is dead until
we embrace the value of creativity
and the human spirit...

 

I really hope to see your work in print at a local bookstore someday. These are really wonderful. You have such talent...don't let it go to waste.

 

This is...truely amazing...and now one of my favorite poems. Right up there with Thoughts From Within by Woody Harrelson. Spectacular.