I wonder if it's just me
The epitome of inadequacy
So dependent and incapable
Of doing just the ordinary
What is to everyone mundane
Skills ever so easy to attain
Seem to me wholly hearculean
While to be perfectly okay, i feign
Every fibre within me aches
As each task demands multiple takes
Driving me to a desolate corner
Where I repeat the same mistakes
I wish my anxious heart would just calm
And sing perhaps, a soothing psalm
But i can sense this newfound fear
Ebbing away all my prior charm.
Incapable of love
I trip though glimpses of intimacy
Incapable of letting the guard down
Long enough to enjoy some type of emotion
Incapable of admitting I was wrong
Incapable of ever remembering those words I spoke
Incapable of living life to the fullest
Incapable of feeling any love for myself
Incapable of seeing a better life to come
Incapable of dreaming
Incapable of finding the right feelings to show
Incapable of moving forward when the past seems so filimar and safe
Incapable of showing vonunbality
Incapable of seeing past the flaws
Incapable of being anyone's lover
Incapable I am but not Incapable of wanting to change.
Incapable I am in these eyes but not those eyes
Incapable I shall be till my time comes to be capable to believe there is so much more to enjoy then dispise with in myself.
Unpredictable, never typical.
Maybe I'm criminal, don't know it all.
Sitting on the brink of the unknown,
I slip forwards into the fall.
Insanity, not part of humanity.
All on my own, no parachute.
Chaotic, severance of mind.
Don't want to embrace the wind.
Emotional, and susceptible,
To influencial darkness.
Feel the hours go by,
As I fall deeper in pain.
Incapable, not intentional.
Embarrassment to myself.
Trying desperately not to cry,
As I fall into this impact.
Incapable I am to understand Thee, my Lord, but I know, infallible Thou ways are!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 May 2016
"le temps est une invention des gens incapable d'aimer"
mine is a suspended time
away from here and sublime.
there are open doors and windows to my world.
they are hung and hinged in many flavors swirled.
a phantom paints
the thoughts of saints
he draws as he scrawls
on my bedroom walls.
welcome to my machine
it is here we convene
all of my thoughts all of my ideas and moods.
here where from every pore my life exudes.
this is the one place i come home to.
far away from where i live and grew.
i search areas where no man has trod.
on my boat just me and my fishing rod.
"toujours les grand coeurs aimeront"
A fool, now swathed in emotional blue
Too jaded to see the incapable truth
The moments we shared, should I be content?
Or grieve for the time that will never be spent
in your arms, in your heart, in your thoughts as you rise
I'll never be all that you need, in your eyes
I'm losing my heart, I'm losing my patience
As loving so much has lost it's elation
It harms and disables, slashes and scars
Mocks every wish that was made upon stars
Twenty four years looking for perfection
But all I’ve gotten is rejection.
Refusing to believe
I know they always deceive.
Twenty four years and my heart has been broken up
Like bubbles, sometimes, they just pump up.
My world has been crushed down
But my head has faced the town.
Twenty four years and I’m still waiting,
but now, I feel like hating.
I want to be hold
Cause I see my hopes to get old.
Twenty four years and no one has really fought
Some of them, misery have brought.
Incapable is how I feel
And It doesn’t feel real.
Twenty four years and I still wonder
Is there any thunder?
Someone who can leave everything to follow my soul
Dry my tears and give me console.
Twenty four years and I don’t know what I lack
That they always take their promises back.
Incapable of being loved
It’s not something I feel proud of.
"You enslave people by destroying their minds & heart first you control the
thought, you destroy peoples minds by destroying their words and you destroy
their hearts by destroying their love without mind or heart people are INCAPABLE
OF ACTION"