I Have Freedom

The end of childhood, surged with hormonal instigations of feigned strength, ideological independency, and the birth of an acute awareness of the universe around you, thus initiates the assertion of self, a proclaimed initiation of personal potential-in fear of being smothered by this universe, by the enormous mass of everyone and ( Read more... )

autumn leaves slide across the freshly fallen snow ( Read more... )

Strangely indifferent to what I think I know and to what really is ( Read more... )

Annoyed:  by the unperceived shortcomings of me-of my own self-myself, and the failures inexorably drawn forth from said predicament.  When I breathe, I breathe in knowledge, yet I find myself gasping for breath-to catch up-from being so far behind.  When my heart beats, it beats for rhythm, yet I seem to have lost all momentum in my life.  My ( Read more... )

The Angel of My Dreams                  (3857)

Swiftly does

The sorcery of the mansion

Was I to be taught

Its eternal damnation?

Water poured

From each and every faucet

Flooding manor’s top

As a payment for its debt

Warlock’s strength

Began ringing bells to make sound

Spell of ( Read more... )

Corporeal Passions Fail My Intentions

Existence is a blank piece of parchment

Each moment contains an infinite supply of

Images, consultations, words, and memories

But existence remains blank

Denial clears its memories

I find myself falling for those

Who I do not want

The warmth of body betrays me

The blood in my veins fails me

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Do not follow me
I am no martyr!
I do good for my own good
Spurred by a selfish need for selflessness.
I do right only so that
I
Can feel right.

Does that mean that even when I do right
I do wrong?

A Decision I Can Not Conclude

I am passive, calm, and coordinated.

But the animal within is not.

It breathes in conflict and exhales aggression,

The passion that flows through my veins

Is a mix of my beast and of I.

It longs, it desires, and it needs

(Oh it needs!)

And here I sit-because of it-

Alone, quiet, and coordinated.

Silence ( Read more... )

The Fullest Emptiness

Michael Goldenberg

Consequence:  I feel no consequence.

But still it weighs me down inside.

It is a familiar sting,

That bites so sweetly.

Flashing lights calm my delirium.

Buzzing machines are my newest silence.

I can not hear my heartbeat,

I can not feel myself breath,

My body aches but it has worked not,

My ( Read more... )

Bleeding Feet ( Read more... )