When my batteries run low
My cogs screech, the spinners
And my eyes grow dimmer
And I'm walking numb
When my batteries run low
Their double A selves
Marked with gold and black positives
Or silvery white negatives
A living ying and yang
For the future, past, and present
When my batteries run low
The water evaporates me
And overwhelms me dearly
And I'm living numb
When my batteries die low
Categories:
contradicting, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
I sit here in this darkness, this place that feels so raw. Where the world is falling down around me and I feel I just cant take this anymore.
yet here is a contradiction, that this place i sit with a life of pain inside me… it also brings me a feeling of openness and honesty and a place where I feel creatively free. If it were not for this you would not see inside of me.
This dark place is where I can openly speak the thousands of words tumbling around and feel un judged. Unspoken words and repressed feelings, thoughts and un dealt with meanings. Shame, sadness, pain and torment, all released from their heavily shackled cage, to surface and relieve me of the tormented painful rage. Every time I feel this way I am my most creative at least in words. So this place you see as dark is something I cannot give up, for you will not see my inside heart.
Categories:
contradicting, anxiety, dark, depression, life,
Form: Free verse
Contradicting Me
I'm a man of contradictions
I know just how it seems.
A travesty a tragedy
a man of such extremes.
Each time you pull me closer
you're pushing me away.
I'm silent for awhile
then I've got a lot to say.
I write of peace and happiness
while broken deep within.
I'm leaving for forever
or til I come back again.
Sometimes I hate the shadows
but still I love the night.
I hate the lies that people tell
and hide them from the light.
Still I tell of love undying
and things still yet to be.
I say I hate the lying
but still I lie to me.
I say that it will be ok
no matter where I go.
I say that it will be alright
and I don't even know.
A shining light to many
but yet I am ill fated.
Loved by one here and there
by others I am hated.
I'm a man of contradictions
I know just how it seems.
A travesty a tragedy
a man of such extremes.
Edwin C Hofert
Categories:
contradicting, allusion, analogy, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Did careful ever get you excitement?
Did reckless ever bring you distress?
Did determined ever let you relax?
And did lazy ever bring you success?
Has openness ever maintained your privacy?
Has secrecy ever built trust?
Has confidence ever brought you too far ahead?
And has confidence ever left you in the dust?
Are questions going to find you answers you shouldn’t know?
Is silence going to teach you a thing at all?
Will you ever fly if you never learn to jump?
Will you ever run if you never learn to crawl?
Categories:
contradicting, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
When I have fears that I may fail to die,
After all my mind has given to my pen,
No worldly wonders left there to defy;
No answers to the mysteries within.
What worry it would be on how I fared,
For surely it's lowly life to live,
To think that this is all that chance had spared;
To know that this is all I had to give.
And when I feel, foul bitterness of years,
Knowing I shall bear these with a smile,
I simply bite my tongue and fight my tears;
The raging rivers, hidden in my guile.
On the wide world I stand with sums untold,
For love and fame is all I have to hold.
Categories:
contradicting, introspection, life
Form: Sonnet