Best Degraded Poems
Scared, Exhausted, Alone
Scared of your abuse; physically, verbally, and mentally
Exhausted from the stress
Alone; no friends, no one to listen…
A Dead Soul, Cold, Heartless
A dead soul walking this dark world
Cold to the touch
Heartless to emotions…
Degraded, Brittle, Apprehensive
Degraded by your words
Brittle to the bone
Apprehensive to the outcome
Scared of your abuse
A dead soul walking this dark world
Degraded by your words
Exhausted from the stress
Cold to the touch
Brittle to the bone
Alone; no friends, no one to listen
Heartless to emotions
Apprehensive to the outcome
Tho ocean smells like the tears,
salty,
as they gush down
touching her crimson lips.
the breeze dances with the sand,
tossing it around playfully.
she takes no notice.
Barefoot she walks into the sea,
washing away the sand,
and her life,
floating face down like a
water lilly.
Ophelia, how must you torment me.
The choice must have been
unbearable.
The sea or me.
The salt burnt away at you,
the sand must have stung
in your eyes
blinding you
to me,
watching
Say what you want in defense, but this is how I feel
You invalidate my feelings to the point that its unreal...
Ive been in bad relationships before too..
But honestly no one is as standoff-ish as you.
Everyday that goes by I feel less and less
Walking on eggshells constantly I just have to guess
Guess what mood you will be in today
Or will you be unhappy over this or that..I just cant say..
You never smile or laugh around me
You know how degrated i feel? Yet you will never see
you take roses, paint them black, then replant them as if they grew that way.
you are the reason we are like this.
our petals fall because you pluck them off us.
if you put us in a dark room, don't blame us for bending over backwards to find light.
I have revived for a continuous time and died improved and degraded,
undecided, beautifully ugly, to save this holy profane and full,
passive, honest, my hell, the eternal and passing season,
your space, my hatred, in its place, with the caress
and sinless to climb out of the cold blood, without virtue
of the same stranger, one too human, in some darkness,
invigorated by my friends, the moments, eternal drops
of sunsets, as in an undedicated prose: to them, to us, dead!
Hope without hope
for I no longer hope, never always, my statue, you, the face,
body and with much guilt, who have doubted limited in you,
always bride, worldly, inspired and few proses,
without diploma, a wise fool, kept in mind, so, smiling,
a monochrome peasant, a devil of him, of me, faithful...
I am the least alive in my most vital and blind death,
your luminous shadow darkens me with its black and translucent light.
You, the perfect error of the earth,
you are my most distant close one,
my warmest love, cold as the frozen flame,
the steel flower that withers through blooming,
your absent presence makes me disappear through birth,
you are everything from nothing that becomes nothing from all without emptiness,
a life so dead it buries living dead in me,
the sweet bitter poison that heals me through sickening...
The poor king of the finite infinite
you are my gentlest torture with harshness and mercy,
my last first encounter with the meeting that separates us,
my highest love, low as the sky buried in heaven...
In me withers a blooming so dead it gives birth to life,
I am an absence so present I fill my voids with full emptiness.