Despondency Act 13: Mr. Blue Frantically Smiled

 

The bluest flower
playing Russian roulette;
it cried uncontrollably –
tormented by happiness,
Beelzebub…quietly observed.

 

 

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Despondency Act 5: Putrid Optimism

 

Optimism vile –
bury our future
in false promises.
Love weary
hanged itself,
alone, no friends.

 

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When the World Stops They Listen

 

For my grandpa David. R.I.P I love you papa and I miss you.

 

To his breath stampede
of skeleton pennies,
blowing out earth’s detail –
its ocean plea resuscitation
its pulse hyperventilating like Buddha,
inquietude resounds.

The dream self concatenated
a haven planet
surrounded by phantom birds.
An abrupt sob: ‘Where are we going’?

To his breath
the world stopped.
And the choir rain
anthems a warning.
They listen
as the oracle fret.

Mama…I love you.
The winged lips poetry –
said the dusk ocarina dove,
floriferous heart
balloon notation Zen.

To his breath
of minutes slipping,
mankind repented.
Tide fangs closing in
and the air itself waved goodbye.

 

 

*Note: It’s been 1 month since my grandpa’s passing. It’s been hard and painful. I think about him a lot and I miss him. I know he’s in a better place with all our loved ones. This poem was very difficult for me to write.

 

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Friends Share the Same Suicide


We are the outcast –

the ones you’ve tortured, laughed at,
abused, humiliated.
You’ve pushed us into a corner –
fingers pointing
making a total mockery of our misery.

I once believed in hope
just like everyone else.
Mr. Society took my childhood
drowned it in a pool of feces.

My soul is a ticking clock
waiting to slip away.
Do you know what it feels like
to walk with your own casket?
Do you know what it feels like
to be in someone else is shoes?
Maybe you do, maybe you don’t.

The pain consumes me
Isolation comforts me.
You and I can share the same suicide,
share the same scars, share the same vulnerability,
and share the same cruelty.

Hug your best friends
Hug your family
the best times of your life
will come to a collision.

I cry in deaths shoulders
because no one ever listens.
I cry myself to sleep
because god was just a fucking illusion.

 

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Anti-Bullying Awareness Month

This poem was written a couple of years back, when I was at my most vulnerable state. In other words – my PTSD kicked in. Flash backs of my past get triggered by verbal abuse, bullying, ignoring me, etc…etc.
I was a victim of bullying as far as I can remember. I use to feel suicidal, felt like the world didn’t listen to me, or didn’t want to be my friend. Those days are long gone now. I’m a new changed person, with my beautiful girlfriend who I love very much…and she’s been very supportive of me throughout the 5 years that we’ve been together. She’s also, supportive of my poetry works. I’d also like to give a super special thanks to Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails, if it wasn’t for you music of hope, I would not be here today.

If you know something who is feeling alone, sad, and with no friends. Please give them a hug, tell them that they are not alone. This poem is for the outsiders, genders, metal-heads, goth kids, everyone else who feels what I felt.

And a super-sonic thanks to all my poet friends here on WordPress for being such great souls and passionate brilliant writers.

Every single one of you has brought a big smile, influence on me and my writing.

Thank you. 

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Melancholy Repeats the Dark Void

 

I know what it feels like to not belong.
Society and I never really got along.
People always judge me because I’m different
Maybe their right at least I’m not a fucken ignorant.
The flash-backs of my past drown me in pain
Tomorrow’s desolation repeats itself again.
My memory as a child triggers depression.
A gun to my head signals my frustration.
So vulnerable, weak, I fell into a nervous breakdown.
Melancholy darkens the void, heartache total meltdown.
Every single day my father scorns me to a point of nothing.
If I can achieve the impossible it’s worth luck to something.
I have to live with PTSD for the rest of my eternal life.
I should have ended before with a sharp clean knife.

 

 

 

This poem was reflecting the past of me being bullied and being humiliated.

It sucks what some of us go through in life. We have each other, friends, family, and loved ones. Give each other a hug and smile. Life is beautiful and precious.

 

 

 

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