Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

Parting of the sensory
This is what it's like to be lost and on 4-meo-pcp
Boss just quit the job, said he's dreamed of studying fluvial geology
I guess good for him, could never understand goals or having a place you want to be
I'm fine living alone right here
My itchy face begs to be scratched, looking in the mirror seeing a man austere
Here I go again, it doesn't take any work to weigh a few milligrams
This cycle never ending, I lose all sense of time and look down at my hands
This apartment and my clothes define an identity of the walking human wasp
Aw fuck, I guess it's fair to say I lost
Who knows when I'll be able to see straight again
The time ticks away with no observer, five minutes, ten
It's all relative, existing in the same place at different times
Nothing moves so much as it unwinds
Super-cooled copper coils dipped in plasma create mini black-holes
Mean while I build myself again from the ground up in these non-linear perceptual disturbances fueled by the meo's

Everything to an addict is drugs
when did art stop being about life, death, kisses, hugs?
Things that are real to us, even in sobriety
I feel another pang of regret as I walk down the street
I thought I was trying to control myself, focus the lens so pineal and real to better see
Why did I do what I did again, another night of uncertainty
Do I have friends, can I pay my bills, why do I care, who's really here with me?
Long since gone are the inexplicable feelings of presence
Pressing eyes gouging your brains, lasers melting neurons in shimmering iridescent evanescence
Liquified to a simplified state
Hardened, molded, scolded, folded, reformed, then I sublimate
Gaseous vapors causing nervous breakdowns in los perdidos
Vacant hosts without a mind or a goal suddenly motivated to open the door for ghosts
We let the machine elves play with us whilst constructing and fabricating those structures we hold most dear
I sit in a mostly void room with a growing sense of impending doom, screaming out "The fuck is wrong with me" looking at the crimson markers of life on the wall, smeared
Cold, devoid of the carbon that once inhabited
21 grams dissipates, leaving the mortal coil of one Joshua Kravitz
It was an honest mistake, anyone could have made it, he came at me first
I didn't know he was the same as me, alone and confused, dying of thirst
My brother lying on the floor sought only truth and reconciliation
Now I stand up, walk to the police station, my heart aching of humiliation and contemplation
Mind erupting like Pompeii with explanations for the heinous,
A dirty kindred spirit garbed in cardboard boxes stirs and ask if I can spare some change, at least he asked what my name is
Feeling filthy and worthless, I empty my pocket of coins,
and continue my trek toward the station in Des Moines
A hand reaches for the firm grasp of a shoulder to lean on
It's the same old man I saw moments before, only now much more than some plebeian sort of peon
He turned me around on the spot, my spine through my extremities sends radical signals of shock
I Have Seen What You Have Done, Just Know That If You Can Bear It You Are Forgiven
This slob, the most pathetic wretch society had to offer now stood six foot four, no longer a man but a being who had risen
His voice struck chords of musical fantasy through my veins
If I could forgive myself, let go of all of my pain
If I promised never to ever be evil again
I could understand, I was healed, I was whole, I was a man

"Sense" is a word
That is funny funny funny..
It's logic + emotion
And sounds like money money money.

Beat your hands like drum
Use your pinky, ring, middle, index, and thumb
That's it, that's all there is to see here
There is no ending, go back to sleep dear

Work is like a toothache:
5 days of pain
2 days of aspirin-like relief,
Then back again.

Work
is a Jerk

Work is an opportunity
Joyous and grateful am I that money and my future is given to me
Though often it sucks
When I come home, I can relax knowing I'm making the bucks
A stepping stone is what this is
Without it, my life is reduced to rubble on which I piss

Haha touché

Lol, I hate work as much as you do, or so I'd like to think. I like playing devil's advocate a lot, especially towards myself

With breath of war
and ignorant blight
We inject the poison
We end all life
The plague of indifference
The disease of plight
they rot out the hope
our words become trite
Humanity's stagnation
the death of our fight
with decrepit remains
we snuff out our light.

thoughts filled with lies
death before my eyes
can't see through my own disguise
too accustomed to the scars it hides
i'm bleeding like a wounded animal
with no desire left in me to keep fighting

There was an animatronic mouse,
It used to sing upon the stage.
It creeped me out back then,
Got no better with my age.

Masks like truths
We shroud our roots
Become what we think
Lie when we speak

'Till our neighbors believe
Until we ourselves are deceived
Become what you need
Stab who might see

Lessons not learned
New leafs un-turned
Then we die alone
Dragged down by the stone
Now look, sheep graze in fields unthinking and eating
But dogs will herd and look out for pigs on the wing

Off to La-la land
From bed to fantastic world
Lucid dream I will

Up the hill, slow and steady
Inching along in first
Second's iffy, forget about third
Just hoping my engine won't burst.

Depressing music when you're drunk
Listen happy, listen in emotional funk
Good music is good music
When it plays, not afraid to lose it
Let it all flow down
Let it all crash to the ground
Feel for once in my life
Can't seem to find another way to feel less alone at night
Love living but hate humans
Be nice to them, don't start no rumors
Treat 'em right, how they should treat you
Doesn't matter if I understand, I still hate people and sing the blues
Know I should get over it, sometimes I do
Maybe it's the lost love I never shared with you
Can never know for sure
The hatred sticks like an acid pure
Society, people, my attitude, the drama, and bombs
Kill it all away, bury it in flames and ignore all the wrong
Being classy is too taxing
Even if it's all about relaxing
I want to "feel" like a regular person
If I let it go and do so then I just add to the world's burden
Fuck it all, being normal is like playing a game you already lost
Got to keep laughing and adapting, rolling stones don't collect moss

Where does the world end and where do I begin?
Is space-time separate like it appears
Or do I come back every 9000 years
Does it make a difference when I die
When it happens there are no tears to cry
Where I end is where the world begins
When I die it happens all over again
If it doesn't move on to projects before I forget
If I'm truly gone forever least I died without regret

New beginnings are a lot like old endings

Born into the world one day
A child at heart, you go out and play
Free of care, the time ticks away
Till we grow old enough to care one day

The world grows older
Our hearts get colder
Our extremities ache with pain
We go to work, act like we're living, mundane

New people come, old people go
Each passing moment, another opportunity to grow
Grey hairs form from the stress within
Till like our patience it grows thin

People come and they go
Like the rain from spring and the winter snow
You grow so old time starts slipping
What did you care about so much in the beginning

Memories start to fade
That which was light begins to turn to nightshade
The delirium begins to become all encompassing
You're a child again, living out the days you spent your life missing

With first comes sadness, the time you begin to miss
You realize you're a child again, and all is bliss
With your days behind you and a life so full
You can die in time, a happy fool

hiding behind a false identity
grasping to the unreal with intensity
perhaps letting go is apart of my destiny
but deep down i find myself longing for serenity

the warnings were always there
even if the danger wasn't
life is just a game here
the mind is running it
the rules aren't all that clear
the enemies always disappear
the goal is always just within reach
but the reward isn't at the top of the peak

until you lose
you never know what you won

it wasn't the foes you conquered
it wasn't the friends you made
it wasn't the money or the things you acquired
it was that you could ever play the game

now it's all done
those still playing sing a song
hey lament the departed at dawn
your body is dead but your soul has moved on

game over, hit reset, do not pass go, and do not cheat this time.

then again, if you don't cheat you must not be trying to win--as if there were a way to win in the first place, lol

Motherhood101

This creature once branched off my arm,
Called itself a "kid"
A hydra in medusa form,
Unwillingly rid.

i have the urge to punch customers in the face
spray them with mace
then strangle them with their own shoe lace
for getting on my case
calling me a disgrace
for not catering to them at a super fast pace
i try to tell them its not a race
but reasoning with them is a complete waste

Originally Posted by tropicalbreeze

i have the urge to punch customers in the face
spray them with mace
then strangle them with their own shoe lace
for getting on my case
calling me a disgrace
for not catering to them at a super fast pace
i try to tell them its not a race
but reasoning with them is a complete waste

customer service of any kind in a nutshell. hard to believe that if people have worked in their lives, at some point they would have exactly the same issues, and you think it would make them understanding and try not to be a dick so that that way, the job for everyone is easier. but some people are truly stupid, and they are the ones who had the job, couldn't control themselves, and later on were like "i had to deal with that shit fuck dem they can deal with it too." only time I'm a dick to anyone in a position like that is if they're legitimately a dick to me first, in which case it's free range for vindictive recourse to ensue. and since they are the one with something to lose (a job) i am most definitely going to win.

most customers i have are pretty cool. but there are definitely a few that are just straight out rude assholes that think they're entitled to everything. they act like an ass because they know i'm at work, and would most likely not do anything that would jeopardize my job.

Originally Posted by tropicalbreeze

most customers i have are pretty cool. but there are definitely a few that are just straight out rude assholes that think they're entitled to everything. they act like an ass because they know i'm at work, and would most likely not do anything that would jeopardize my job.

Right, people that take advantage of others solely for pleasure or personal gain are pretty universally assholes. If I wasn't committed to not being the same kind of douche bag, I'd be tempted to really fuck with them to teach them a lesson, but they are going to run into somebody who has finished taking others' shit someday and they'll eventually learn, or wind up dying because they didn't. I don't trust myself when I rage because I pretty much hate everybody and I am not capable of controlling what I do if I legitimately lose my temper and actually let go of what shred of control I have left. I'm not trying to deal with murder charges or anything, so somebody with a little more discretion and probably less mental issues can teach them, lol. Maybe someday I'll let go of all the hate and losing control if I get legitimately angry, but it definitely isn't how it is right now. I just find it hard to believe that if somebody else gets shit on relentlessly by others, that they wouldn't want to go out and shit on others themselves. It's common sense, if you don't want the world to suck, don't make it fucking suck. Whatever, they're on their own journeys I guess.