| Poetry |
| by GenMaximus110 |
| DECLARATIONS OF AN INSANE MAN Chemical reactions formulating, What is to be stimulating. You think this decision is my own? It advanced with me as I've grown. Yet I've not known another way, So I grasp it and let it stay. Very comfortable with myself, I am. Why should I change? I don't give a damn. |
| UNTITLED A strong emotion has come over me, Nothing this powerful experienced before, I knew I had to release this energy, Give it to the person that it was created for. So with a breath I took that bound, Plunging myself into a foreign situation, I prayed for a welcoming response, Nothing that would bring about confrontation. As he approached, you could read it in his smile, The answer unraveled from behind Mystery's door, That response for which I deeply prayed, Pressure lifted, Relief free to soar. Outstretched - his hand searched to thank me, I accepted, but for me to give congratulation, For it is he who should be receiving, This is not about me; but him - my inspiration. |
| EXPRESSION Reflecting back upon the reasons why, Motives unknown to simple passers-by, Explanations never seem well defined, To sum up what's in mind. For I can try to get the point across. Tragically enough, it gets lost. All inside that wants to escape, Only gets to anticipate. Even though I'm the one to receive and send, It's okay, I know my own heart in the end. |
| THE REASON I NEVER CAME DOWN FROM THAT DAMN CEILING The emotion expressed now, relatively is a byproduct formulated by the events of the present, yet there are such occurrences as to when that byproduct can be rooted so deeply into the core that it can affect the outcome for a continuation lasting much longer than can be anticipated. |
| UNTITLED Happiness - a Chariot of variables and instabilities; n'er a fair ride; but thee are at thy reigns, self-guidance en passage through thy boundless path. Time - tis a mere vessel for thee to exploreth; ere it goes en what becometh of it; tis in thine palms; direct it cautiously hence no fear to apply thine imagination. Taketh heed thy opportunity to engraveth that which thou desires. Dareth not to shy away from encouraging Audacity; maketh him hearken to thine demand, for thou canst obtain pure bliss if thou doth not follow thine Heart's intentions. |
| ~A single entity, when let alone to fester for years, without an outlet of expression, builds pressure and creates enough force to weaken and tire its host. And I had fallen under this spell, it hurt so much to keep certain things hidden from those I love, never knowing if I could ever find sanctuary within. But that has changed. As the pressure mounted, and I began to feel myself get pulled down from the gravity of that entity, and I despised it - despised the fact that things could be so much better and I, the only one who could change that. So I took a breath and realized what I had to do, and I accomplished it. And for all this, it was worth it.~ |
| THE CONCEPT OF ATTRACTION My pleasure and my pain - always you remain When introduced to your countenance - Chaos went insane With my chariot of passion - my strength does not control the reigns As I provoke an attempt to let you go - Reality feigns The catalyst refuses to elude the imagination That is the concept of attraction |
| THE WALL The green structure Beaten and bruised Left to zero recognition No one seemed to notice No one seemed to care That it silently aches to be mended For the value decreases in the current state |
| NOT IN THE BATHROOM You're sweating And you're breathing Getting caught with your pants down While you entertain yourself.... You had such a grin on your face Why did it vanish? Can't you get off, even though I'm looking? It's not like anything changed at all Except for my feelings towards you And you never seemed to care before So go back to your touching ...and your shoving ...and your teasing I hope you fuck yourself as good as you did me |
| UNTITLED Circle this, I said, albeit a round about. Take the glorious ways around, and then you'll find out, What lies on the other side, way beyond and far out. Let me guide you through this holy experience. |
| NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU There is nothing more that I desire for burning in my heart's core more than you I move myself within the sound of the earphoria I've found so that it may compound traces of you |
| REVEL *Provoke the grandeur -whistle back the decency -move beyond reality *Remove the support pillar -accept to balance on your own -prove it so that you have grown *Tempt genetics and fate -express that you're an individual -and that your soul is ever perpetual |
| RIDE THE WAVE An ocean with the scent of Spring Crests over and envelopes this vessel And yet I do not resist or wrestle Flowing, I let myself go without cling Tumbling through the pacifying tide Its turbulence is not that of distraction Her gentle voice surrounds me in refraction Within her, from the rest I may hide And as the competition takes prisoners in defeat I'm able to keep a smile while knowing this: Experiencing her magic is living in bliss Without it I could not call myself complete |
| YOU Lusting over your handsome countenance ---My fingers tremble as I -----press my hand to my chest -----overwhelmingly beating because of you So difficult of being able to contain my emotions ---It's almost necessary for a physical barrier -----to restrain myself from you Yet in this struggle I understand ---I cannot act on these feelings -----It could ruin everything that has been built And I would not sacrifice this friendship ---And make a martyr of it for vain -----I appreciate the tangible you give -----and keep the intangible for myself |
| ROSETTA STONE Like evading distant suns while careening Through unknown galaxy after another Just as how I decide to live this life Not troubled by the pressures of a financial debate I can freely move between obstacles And truly be one with this course I run on There is no right or wrong on which path you choose To each, an own - forever an opinion If you're content on the cycle or the broken loop Then it should not be any other way ROSETTA STONE 2 Glorify this moment It shall never occur again When time arrives to look back when If you refused to embrace the power Then you cannot appreciate to full extent Take heed in the present Justify the ability to inhale And prove there is no absolute limit For you are offered just one taste Before it slithers away into the rejected Make a martyr of the opportunity ROSETTA STONE 3 Unlock your fate with the key of desire For there is no meaning behind the veil If you canst gaze into the visage And determine the beauty of its self-worth Concentrate on the blood that flows through veins Of the heart that yearns to be heard You can hear the rhythm of life if you try Constant and visible through thick or thin If you dare to listen ROSETTA STONE 4 A variable magnitude ebbing out towards me Consumes my presence with a strong aura Practically demanding I grasp the reigns Ride this adventure beyond all imagination It does not expect nor care if I comprehend Ever the tenacious greed and stubborn attitude "I shall change you for the better!" it preaches A baptizing voice, so veraciously calming Warm to the touch; naked to the eye It needn't be so stubborn For I understand before it speaks Believe me, the feeling is mutual ROSETTA STONE 5 Labeled as insanity for declaring my intent For pursuit of the seemingly insignificant Who pounds the gavel of judgement in such cases? |
| FAILURE My bloodshot eyes full of fright Staring out between the cracks Of the monstrous hand around my face Suffocating my sense of living Confined here on the edge of reality And as I gaze from where I'm restrained Just shy a few steps from my goal Shangri La - eternal happiness I'm only allowed to view from afar And inhale the fragrant of its beauty But most valuable - to touch and feel That access is denied and I Weep here in my desolate prison Knowing what could've been but never shall For I lost my will to possess imagination |
| I'M TALKING TO YOU Disgusted with the face of everything I placed into my heart with love and respect Celebrating my feelings should never hurt this way I suppose I only have myself to hate for slipping in Yet human nature to blame the figure of topic But when I burn this fuel for despising you This overflow subsides, granting a form of release Only temporary it be, but it's better than choking On this passion unrequited I used to have for you Certainly distant from being mutual and returned But after this anti-passion burns and smokes away I'm left with this emotion of hating myself I hate myself because I never wanted to dislike you It used to bring me such pleasure having you here Someone I could find adoreably attractive and to love Even if I could never 'love' you - I didn't care You enlightened my way of living just talking with you But then it started to feel like I wasn't talking 'with' you Sure words were ascending from your mouth Yet they weren't for me - just generalizations So I tried to get you to develope the unparticular Something I could claim as my own - a gift from you to me But it seems you don't realize or don't care That there was nothing more important to me And now I can't say if I'm just greedy for everything Or if that should even matter when it comes to this For it was true and honest love that I felt for you And it hurt me more than I could ever have imagined |
| V-NECK You gave me no option This eagle has descended And justified my choice Granting libery to the party My intentions were so holy Yet you... .....chose not to indulge Wide-eyed, I take you into vision -under observation -passing judging penetration... ......................damnit! Someone has to!!! I understand it was never right But does that make it always wrong? Take this then... As however you choose to It can be yours... However you choose to |
| Rick, I'm letting it go Or at least I'm trying deathly hard I know it's not what I ever wanted But I just can't choose at will Make the best out of what is sent Try to learn anything from the experience That can hold some value for the future And since I'm analyzing this now I might as well try to think of that value ..... As much as it hurts, I've concluded It's still better when I'm giving I still treasure those days I did And even though it seems it was wasted on you I don't wish it back Always think of it as a gift from me I hope you enjoy yourself Sincerely, Matthew T. |
| REDISCOVERING COMMUNICATION Rapidly tapping my foot on the ground Anxiously hyper in myself I have found Letting life consume my presence with sound Onward I press for new happines, I'm bound And recalling the days that I did digress The light-hearted emotions that I did suppress And when I realized it had become a big mess Turned it around, life is not to be a guess And this is how I desire to be Laughing at mistakes, smiling gleefully I think I've been punished enough for eternity It feels much better with this mentality |
| GEN X When I see your face And when I gaze into your eyes Everything I want to be In you, I materialize A spitting image of what is dedication A grand influence; he's my inspiration |
| THE TOUCH OF THE ABUSED We've got nothing to lose A group of people who through life been used And we will not tolerate this to continue Together we must stand fused This destiny you force we refuse And no longer the touch of the abused We are not a substance to be used We decided that our fate we will choose And shall leave you as the accused |
| ALL ABOUT YOU ALL ABOUT ME Business begot the disapproval of friendship Continue playing along, being grounded Who bloody needs companionship When you have a life of work at hand? Smile at me gently What about that ten minutes? Don't worry, won't hold it to you I mean, yeah, you were right 10 minutes - what would we talk about? Forget I mentioned it Then again, it was your idea Which can't help but to make me laugh Hearing those words extend from you I never put any regard to it I think I knew better But that's okay |
| MIND SET Beginning the spiral motion out towards Evolving another notch unto my belt Experience the rarely viewed upon A circumstance of great proportions Investigating into the so unknown Somewhere is where we're meant to be, right? Somebody is who we're told to be, no? What if we don't meet these expectations? Don't you dare tell me that i'm not adding up I'll judge the situation accordingly And I'll get back to you |
| AN ASSOCIATE'S OBSERVATION The greatness of this The fabrication of... Whatever happened to the ways it used to be? How did it slip before us? Cogs of Fate grinding opposite now So easily we can point a finger Yet always pondering just how Argumentative - our mentality We were granted ability to empower ourselves Yet it seems progression is travelling backwards Towards, not forwards, against a 'desired' gravity Like fine leather; the ideals here Luxurious intentions jaded by convenience of time A constant struggle to keep the condition suitable In the end ( because it is inevitable ) Like that leather, you become expendable Retraced and then replaced A form of a very mysterious way to save face AN ASSOCIATE'S OBSERVATION part 2 I bear myself a witness to A change in group behavior attitude If it's steadfast in this current course Then deprivation of the original source I am witness to this foul we bear Left united in this lack of care And instrumented into what they disapprove Struck down when we stimulate a move Bear a witness, I do myself Toast my opinion with faith and health Speak loud with words, my feelings here Struggle to confide to a deaf ear |
| SERVICE PATENTED This is quite something or other Deepened, I want to share with another Congratulations I admit to myself The benefit of good mind and health That sparkle in a stride or two A neighbor paradise I've fallen onto Whistle back the distant past It's fundamentally necessary to last Willingly put forth a proclamation Insanely joyful is my declaration |
| HAZEL ROSETTA God, she makes me feel so good And any time I need it, she would Don't even have to ask, it's just that way It puts a warm place in my heart every day Sometimes I think our position thought is a shame So much more there, but never will, and no one to blame It's just I am who I am and always will be But I hold her close to me for all eternity |
| dispensing my depression through the form of colored liquid helps to pacify this beast of intolerance UNTITLED The author of my own parable Face of the familiar patronizing me I laugh as I weep - misconstrued emotions All aberrations from what they once were Indignity and intolerance - a supremecy rule Hysteria overwhelming my sense of judgement Stomping my foot on myself; exstinguishing my soul This is what I have become Isn't it glorious? PRONOUNCE! PROCLAIM! SHALL NOT REFRAIN! SELF-DECLARED INSANE! I BEG, COMPLAIN! This is what I have become |
| A PERSONIFIED STIGMA I can feel the tension being aroused The pacified beast has been interrupted Alert to the situation and prepared to commence A reign of thrashing and tormenting A turbulence of distortion to the status quo Alone I cry wondering why this occurred This unwilled detonation of the foundation My heart has been flooded with false dogma Causing me to lash out against humanity Judging and interrogating the unexplored Curious in figuring out the hidden identity Is this a veil I'm gazing into? Shrouding his very words in mystery Or does he speak the truth directly? Either way is passes a chill throughout me Knowing the face I witness is a lie or The person I know is not as human as I thought he was Such confusion and anger felt I abhor this |
| SO IT UNFOLDS I've been procrastinating quite long enough With dignity, following worthless dogma The realization has dumbfounded me Left a blinded and wounded heart Beating helplessly for recognition My third eye defenseless and unabled No longer believing in backyard heroes This is an end to a revelation Such longevity in the previous So difficult to jump stream now Conformed to the flow of my olden will Yet forced to pursue and rebuild But desiring to give in before I begin Some day - some way - they always say Anything be possible with strong intent But the trouble being the one in distress Is I'm apethetic towards anything constructive Heeding to advice is not within my priority list My situation beckons a different approach One that hasn't been called to attention And that probably never will Left to hope it fades over the span of time |
| UNTITLED Dancing on the edge of Sanity My mind is ignorant and my heart is pure with arrogance No need for further questioning I'm steadfast in stubborness |
| THE SHINE IN MY SHOES Reclined in this position, I find myself Gazing over sands. I know too well There has to be more that beckons Than this hopeful waiting I sell. A face Determines the ghost of who I am. This countenance, I so desperately embrace. A lingering entity, so difficult to trace, Builds foundations of this structural base. How I descend into pattern astounds me; In such uncertain a time, I need to formulate and calculate a rhythm to predict the outcome of reality. I cannot forgive myself for entering such a state; I never realized my emotions as such a debate. |
| TIME The flowing ebb So distant, so receptive A calculated friendship And no matter how audacious the host The parasite remains steadfast Yet as tenacious as it may be You can weave your own integrated pattern Into the fabric and learn to coinside |
| UNTITLED Present to me underneath this rigid layer My inner sight attracted to the subtle Heeding nothing important in society's view I can fathom internal beauty and recognize That this necessary procedure is here Waiting on a critical decision What whall it be? Be it redemption of that subtle Or rejection to save face? |
| I CAN NEVER TELL What was once said, Ringing true to my beliefs, It was there. Along came a period Where it had been erased from all knowledge, What was set in stone Had been vanquished Through the hands of a lack of trust. Recent inquisistions Have fueled a desire To investigate into it once again, Trying to spark that interest, Something I would not necessarily mind, But there are few complications in the process That impedes progress, But I am trying to overcome. |
| PART I I am such a fool to think *that I could have happiness. *that he would realize the importance. *that everything would be perfect. I am such a fool to waste *my hopes on something so fragile. *the time in trying so hard. *my love on something so impossible. I am such a fool to feel the way I do. Everything I want seems to vanish into.... Nothing. Why the hell are emotions so INCORRIGIBLE? PART II Drowning in rejection and loathing the outcome. Experiencing a loneliness that has never been suffered before. 2 million reasons why I love you but you'll never understand. I'm such a fool to think it mutual what I cared for. |
| LONG LOST Buried deep within the confines In the vault of Secret's labyrinth, Something passionately burns to express itself. Yet contemplating what could become, He knows better than to speak aloud, Even though it aches to never tell, It's better than summoning a crowd. "The idea of confiding hearkens to me," Says the lonely soul to himself. Anticipation of emancipation grows. He writes this now to make it clear Exactly what the interference be, And he knows there is no happy ending To this troublesome fantasy. One reading this just might concur That the writer must be depressed. When in actuality, events are opposite. He is simply over-obsessed. |