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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 6, 2017 2:26:45 GMT -5
hey Sylvia I understand its not easy having a dysfunctional brain one to powerful for a mere human frame long days and horrific nights battling until you are exhausted you want to cry but it wouldn't help you want to scream but no one is listening its a common thing but knowing that is pointless just keep writing for some odd reason for some compulsive compulsion and you do it well creating in hell trapped in the bell jar inside your invisible prison no one can find no one has the key at least now you have peace but it didn't have to happen but then again nothing has to happen or does it?
Sylvia Plath is Dead
being normal just isn't worth it you have to try to hard and its not who you are so go ahead and be a wallflower its ok sit alone in the dark spend hours staring out windows long walks in the park and eating by yourself being normal just isn't your thing accept it and live your life its the only one you have after all
a voice whispers to me its accent soothes me speak not of love alone but of beauty and soft tones and time spent joyfully near an aphordite more pleasant than tender kisses from a mother or daughter a touch that is hers can make a heart seek life unending and like a dream unfolding and sweet love flowers, its aroma brings the spring no matter the season and beyond all reason such is beauty cannot I share another ode to the majesty of all things Godly pure and whole just a few moments into eyes large and deep like sparkles in the stream tossing over pretty stones and little crevices I fancy more time with beauty tho I can only offer a poem which is not even a sonnet :iconmeanus: Not a sonnet but of beauty
the nothing world is so close by it seems almost everyday I teeter on the edge and look down into it just a pit of dark thoughts and pointless cravings that barely make sense anymore quote the fucking raven rapping there just outside my window desperately trying to bring more bad news even football hardly seems real bodies without minds crashing into each other trying to get field position? there isn't even a thing in the field worth having love is so distant although its right beside me isn't it? such a vague abstract thing the only thing worth having when one finds oneself so near the edge of the nothing world :iconmeanus: the nothing world is so close
we should make love because I adore you there is nothing more beautiful under the sun or the ocean who sent such a goddess to earth to suffer I have no idea but we should kiss and so much more we should make love but we never will I only saw you in a movie and fell in love you're married have kids and are most likely happy and rich but from a distance you have my heart you control my will you have made me richer inside because I love you and it doesn't have to be returned like an old pop bottle from years ago we should make love but inside my heart I will have you forever and I can look at you whenever I wish so live your life and I will live mine but I'll always have you if only in my silly daydreams :iconmeanus: we should make love
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 4, 2018 9:21:16 GMT -5
mad dreams things that worry me possibilities vague and haunting driven by mystery plagued by dread so awesome and awful those dark things that live in our heads
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 29, 2018 17:31:42 GMT -5
dont worry about the things that haunt you its only shreds of madness there to taunt you and make you sad but such is life just shake it off and write a poem or go get a milkshake and forget about the women that somehow always seem to piss you off
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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 13, 2018 0:55:38 GMT -5
The dark is dangerous the time for evil fear is primal and multiplied we dread what we cannot understand or see and rightfully so terror is always near at hand when you drive down the freeway death massages your shoulders to make you feel at peace turn the radio up relax and sit back maybe even take a little nap God forbid the highways are deadly drunk, distracted, and simply bad drivers hurl at tremendous speeds right next to you they're getting high screaming on their cell even occasionally glancing at the road but sail on pilgrim it wont be you today but it will be somebody and the reaper smiles although he be a bit overworked these dark days
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 15, 2018 12:09:48 GMT -5
I dreamed of clear blue sky deep forest green and trembling crystal streams but all my my lovely dreams and fantasies were about you your soft kiss and brightly glistening eyes your perfect lips and expertly sculpted nose your snow white flesh and pretty smile when I drift away into my self I turn back upon those times when laughter came without effort and tears flowed like a river when you hurt me or always when you hurt yourself and the pain comes but this is an ode to beauty and thus I bow to that holy endowment to lowly mankind
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 15, 2018 19:23:17 GMT -5
I watched with great interest as she walked into the deep water her dress became wet it was a long white dress her laugh was addictive if man can love a woman I loved her then the sun was bright and the sky blue her lips were red and her eyes were silver they shown liked metal very polished metal everything is strange today she has gone far away I will never see her again that means forever but what of it I can dream long and deep like that woman that covered her so moist and cool and clear and damp on that day into the cool
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 21, 2018 16:18:45 GMT -5
there is to much evil in the world to much darkness and sin desperation turned black dread things kept in hidden sacks and we all pay the cost there is nothing we can do?' maybe pray if God listens if dreams come true if love can save us all from ourselves and all that dwells somewhere outside and so far inside
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 21, 2018 16:32:11 GMT -5
Solomon Kane the dreamer he wanted a better world free from evil no killers or sinners no desperate characters spitting in the face of his God He took to the sword and fought with mankind and all his shortcomings he thought he could make it better and perhaps he did in his own simple straightforward way of course it was a hopeless battle against inhumanity and in the end frustrated in the face of the hopeless quest he killed himself at least then he found this thing called peace
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 24, 2018 23:29:27 GMT -5
I just wish I had the answer to all these problems I want us all to be happy and overcome our mistakes and trials but its just overpowering sometimes Im not that strong I think Im not really a rock just a scared lonely soul my best friend is my cat and he craps in my floor kinda the way it goes one step forward two steps back people cling to me Im going under with them are you listening God? are you awake Thank God I know you are there just make me a little stronger last a little longer cause the sky is falling satan always calling he never gets tired and his job is so easy we want to give up fry our minds and just sit somewhere saying fuck all of you but thats not right we need each other but so many only truly care about themselves and what in hell can we do about that?
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 10, 2018 8:51:47 GMT -5
I want to be so much more more pleased with myself and my contribution to this world I seem to be a bird with one broken wing I cant fly very high and Im always asking why? Life can be so odd everyday a small epic we can try to make it special and not let it melt into a puddle of pathetic nothingness maybe we are pointed in to many directions modern life is like that you know or perhaps you didn't little matter no more mad hatters all illusions shattered just go forward weakened or battered despite all your days that seem so scattered
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 10, 2018 8:53:44 GMT -5
sorry if I post to many poems...I guess IM doing changes and writing helps my moods
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 28, 2019 17:51:35 GMT -5
a beautiful tragedy thats what you are blessed with so much loveliness pretty more than you need to be but something messed you up inside in someplace that truly mattered you hustle and you degrade yourself inside you seem so lonely and strange I love you maybe but I cant go down with you I guess I want more just want to live a life more real dont want to take one to many bites there is a place called fail and another called jail and one burning hell put my name in the record book beside "he tried" at least most of the time such a beautiful tragedy the Gods sculped perfection but still they occasionally make such tragic and sad mistakes
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 22, 2019 19:57:29 GMT -5
dammit I cant help myself I love you even If you are a shadow of what you should be yes, you are warped like me only worse\ I do try most of the time making my share of mistakes along the way one being you maybe like many of my kind we adore beauty above all things we drink it up when we find it so there you are lovely and dreamlike a vision from a fantasy so I am in love I admit it but dammit if your arts aren't black ones angel
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 2, 2019 17:39:07 GMT -5
you scare me so dangerous your deep cravings and abusive persuasions you make me laugh and make me cry make me love and you drive me away its all some wild trip but I will be tender with you a diesel engine train couldn't pull all your pain such an innocent, evil angel truth is not your friend my silly rabbit with all those red headed spells you cast so effortlessly
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 18, 2020 22:03:29 GMT -5
life is hard all the beauty and sadness can over whelm you and the hate is so depressing wish I had advice to help you through maybe turn to your creative side and God will be there to pull you through and don forget to help the rest of this struggling world...and be kind to animals even mice besides they are cute
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