Long Relapsing Poems
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No form, no organization, no verse.
A crescendo followed by silence and screams.
A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome,
With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing
And again the past resurges; what we bury tends not to stay that way,
After all, the piper must have his pay.
A dark closet and we’ve seen fit to rot in it
The Devil in the details told me to be his advocate.
And El Dorado’s gone because a city of gold just wasn’t sustainable
But if it’s attainable then you’re damn right it’s going to be painful.
And death isn’t an option for those of us who feel compelled to keep walkin’
On the sand-- or is it ash? It doesn’t really make a difference while they slash
Their prices by depriving kids of rice and pin open their eyelids
For their twenty hour shifts ‘till they try to plummet themselves off of
Concrete cliffs.
And Macondo is Columbia, unless it’s in the Gulf of Mexico,
but you already knew that, Mr. Critic.
But what are you going to do with it?
Frankenstein was the man, not the monster
The confusion first came when our blame ceased to reclaim
An association between dissociation and our relation
To whatever the truth may have been
‘Cuz it certainly isn’t the truth anymore.
Blank pages in our textbooks and you ask me to memorize it
Regurgitate it and tell you what you want to hear--
My foods teacher says no eating in her class
And sees fit to harass her students with her utter lack
Of discernible knowledge while we cook some Kraft Mac and Cheese.
But who can blame her with the pay she’s getting?
No Telemachus on the television—Nor do we see Stephen
Not while the Situation is breathin’, cuz that’s what’s loved by the station.
Where’s the frustration? The indignation with the ignorant elation
That comes with living in a used-up world?
Dig a treasure map out of the trash and get it unfurled,
You walk to the ‘X’, but it’s been dug up—no wonder it was in there in the first place.
And the esoteric is what they find hysteric ‘cuz they’re all in on the joke
That they find so funny ‘cuz the system is broke.
Politics in work, in life, in marriage, in LIFE,
The wall of separation was torn down it seems, and soon you’ll find them tapping your dreams.
Enjoy watching your people’s nightmares, O Creators.
Tell us it’s what we want.
Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes foresee;
Different Man Flourishing...
Suspiciously—Supplication solicited;
Subjectively settling, storms subdue, spontaneously subsiding
Surprisingly...sanctuaries submerged
Sobriety—Soaked scathingly;
Staleness spun savagely, strangely straying, sprung
Scourging...southern spiral
Suddenly—Solitude strangling;
Shallow significants seedily surrounds scrupulousness, slumbering
Spitefulness...shunning sympathy
Systematically—Struggling swiftly;
Skulking shadows slithering, seized sanity, seething
Stragglers scrapping...smuggling
Supposedly—Soberness swarming;
Sunrises selectively swerving, sunsets scattering
Emotionally—Erraticism encouraged;
Enduring essential enemies,
Equivocal excursions...escalating
Hereupon—Heretics hushed hereafter;
Different Man Henceforth...
Relentlessly—Reaping ramifications;
Remorsefully relapsing regrettably, resentful realization recognizing
Reflection...refusing reality
Condescendingly—Condemning contradictions;
Cautiously concealing contortions, conducting contrived conniptions
Conscientiously...capricious consciousness
Arrogantly—Acquiring awareness;
Ignorantly ignoring ideologies, deceitful dramatic disagreements
Transpire...transitioning transgressions
Occasionally—Ostracizing occurs;
Overthinking orchestrates overreactions, obsessively obtaining optimization
Brazenly—Begged, blindingly became;
Different Man Behindhand...
To Hurt to say,But I'm sorry.
Do you know how much it hurt.To see you disappear from a memories I have yet recalled.Your heart so ice cold there's nothing I can do for it.
Let me touch your chest and feel the breeze that escapes from if.
Did you know that with ever king there are rebels who dares chain him down.
Everyone person can life is determined by they way the express themselves.
And anyone can forge a fake life to get away and hide from their reality.
I'm going to be you reality has my hand reaches your face let me show you what it means to be hit by reality and take it seriously.Hopeless,Agony,Fear,Terrified, Corrupted.
I haven't had enough of your ego,of your smile,the lies that surround you.
Ha! let me see you fall and crawl don't beg it unsightly but crawl for you are the man the shadow man.
Cling to me as i show you the grief and fear and anger I have of losing you,the only thing connecting me to you is the blood I waste on the ground in the night time wake.
Watch it fall as I cut deeper.How many times did I cry for you and you never even cared enough to answer me?
Your faceless,heartless,cold eyes let me thank you.
Your turning my to stone your helping me write these disgusting feeling down every night.
You gave me something so powerful not even you could destroy them now these hands of course.
As I drink this to ease my pain and free my self of this relapsing phase.Let me be happy let me be sad let me mad let me become depressed for I'm so bipolar it hurts.
How dare you trampled my pride and toss me around like a lifeless doll...Was I really your luggage you tried to throw away?
Be honest lies don't work no more for I've see everything everyone as danger has liar beggar and theive coming after me.Thank you for being my venom.
I'm sorry if I hurt you I never meant to.
Would you forgive me if I laid down to rest and not wake up again?
Please tell me.I can't help but feel like something useless in this wild game of tag and empty felt.It hurts you should know,So don't take to much time and tell me how you feel.
At least then I can dance with you.
Deception Is a Cancer
By Daniel B.
There is so much black and grey in the deviant month of May.
The first to the ninth has me relapsing on everything she would say.
The hour glass has tipped and there is misery all around me.
She has me in one hand, while in the other she is trying to drown me.
I’m coughing up my lungs and I’m getting sea sick from the motions.
This boat is about to crash and I’m going through the notions.
My mind has so many thoughts that my brain can’t hold them all.
So many sad and ill thoughts that I have to carve them in the wall.
Wondering why things can’t go back is out of the question.
Wondering why I let her do it is the question.
I’m placing the nail in the coffin to keep her out of my life.
She cut her wrist on deviances’ sharp knife
The sickness has got me laid up in the hospital.
And her deceitful ways have got me chasing a fake riddle.
How can I run or walk away when I got no legs to stand on?
Before, she threw me in with the dogs with no table to stand on.
I step into her world and it’s a black tie event.
I found an early eviction note that this place was up for rent.
I got proof for those who doubt and I’ll gladly state my case.
But don’t swear in with your right hand and lie to everyone’s face.
I’m going to stick to my roots and say the truth will set you free.
How the hell do you think I feel when there’s another guy besides me?
I strongly do feel that what goes around comes around.
You can’t run from the eyes of God, your destined to be found.
Even with a jacket the world is a cold place.
What’s colder is that I have to fabricate a smile on my face.
So when you look back and realize the damage you caused.
I’ll be standing backstage waiting to be applaused.
As time passes you’re going to realize the success that I’ve grown.
But just remember all the stuff you put me through and why you’re standing all
alone.
I stare at the girl through my looking glass.
In her smile, self-deprecation sighs.
Voices in her head whisper chaos,
as she screams internally for attention,
begging any deity above to save her.
Oh dear, doesn't she know?
The looking glass might just crack,
from a world where fight becomes flight.
She enforces principles of modesty in clothing-
but is modesty the only veil it covers?
An intention battles with a desperation to hide.
Such is the nature of a colourless chameleon,
a spirit that she resonates with deeply.
Desolated realities claim her of their own:
an incessant prompt of a fallen angel,
breaking herself for the broken is inexorable
It's a broken bargain she doesn't choose,
but to be loved, is to be chosen.
She articulates herself yet she succumbs,
maladaptive daydreaming paradoxes her sense.
She writhes in anguish-
a masterful tragedy of her own scripting.
It's funny how one contradicts their beliefs,
though expectations are destined to shatter.
She was a book:
lovely words scripted in her eyes,
meant to be read, but left unsaid.
They chose a dyslexic path,
wearing blind irises as if it were a trophy.
Perhaps tragedies are inevitable intricacies?-
meant to be created and destroy you in the process.
The looking glass cracks.
I reach my hand out to save her.
But oh, how she masks herself in the shadows!
Familiarity of a saying: "addiction kills",
begs me to decipher if we were born to die.
Oh the girl in the looking glass,
she has a certified doctorate in application,
relapsing to fleeting dreams and nightmares.
Shall I peer into my looking glass, my darling?
Wishing clouds bring about constant rain
It eluminates the body with joy and pain.
So, the air we breathe is constantly being absorbed
By the love within our hearts and the sad remorse.
The trees will bring about the shade that hides the shadow of darkness
The skin hides the inside of the body that hurts for sorrowness.
The Sun will bring our body everything we need
Only to be taken away when the body is weak.
So why do we go outside when theirs nothing to gain
Being born into a world with imaginary wings and a fake name.
Because the sensitivity of this young world will bring trigger fingers to the forefront
While our mastering minds are trying to teach every heart to love every month.
But only God's energy and frequency will penetrate our mind
To ease the pain and suffering of our own kind.
But the devil vortex that's hovering over our crown
Is erasing the mental and relapsing us back to the ground.
So how do we escape the escape room when it's surrounded by four walls
That represents depression, women undressing, self-control, and painful aggression, which is our downfall.
So we sit back and watch our people get shot while they get shot by a vaccine that represents a gun
To kill our body, with lethal injection that makes us so numb.
To the point of death only to become a zombie that will feed off the mental making you insane
Only because your body is dead but still alive, moving in cosmic motion without a brain.
Your beauty is zin in thoughts of you I swim
Feeling relaxed within harassed at the fact that I’m a wimp
When I try to let you in best expressed with my pen
The way I feel this is real untangible but I can feel
A connection look into your eyes and feel protection
From a lack of affection
In your atmosphere I’m at recess like Gretchen
Your in the east I’m a west wind
Barely come to a close
We continue in circles relapsing but I want to overdose
I just sit and wait with my eyes closed
Meditating trying to get rid of resistance like diodes
Seeking hope for you and I or just freedom to fly
Closer to you I’m high
Freefalling ignoring others passing by
On my way down loves my allaby
So im guilty as charged filthy with stars
Day dreaming of you then I put you in bars
Feeling blessed by your presence
Deep in the thought of your origins and essence
The feel of your lips pressed against mine in a session
Of indulging, examining your profile and emotion
Your smokey silohuette in motion
Choked up when togetherness is broken
Stimulated by your soul, I’m sold
Now I’m generating stocks to hold
Pleasure particles are overgrown
Synapse is overwhelmed me and you in our own realm
Our bodies light up with touch
Eyes want all the light our senses can conjer up,
Vegas
Hoping our interests are not different, collars up
On the same page when it comes to lust
And when it finally comes to we simultaneously combust
Form:
Slowly realizing with some help that life has never been about the things that we
can live without but the things we can’t
I wore you socks to bed instead because thoughts of you ran through my head
and I couldn’t get them out instead I wondered if it was me you thought about
Telephone poles stood like crosses across from the insane train that took me
swaying away from the place where we used to chase our teems of dreams
through leafy trees I thought in that spot that I could never live without your crazy,
lazy, always hazy smile
Come back to me for a while?
You’re family reaches a peak that can only be described as a shriek or a squeak
but I loved them right away without having to stay or say much of anything at all
Never felt very comfortable with anyone who was punctual but we showed up late
to every date we made
We paid the price with grains of rice and were always nice and sought
forgiveness from the villains, who were taking our time,
Don’t worry because I know its fine
Realized that I could live without everything else that the world was about as long
as you shared my thoughts and lent me your socks, slept in my bed and ravaged
my head with crazy ideas I’d never come close to grasping always relapsing
about
Found out what friendship was all about and that I couldn’t live without the girls
who made me want to shout and that’s what life is all about and what I’ll always
live for.
I've given it my blood, sweat, tears,
It has taken every ounce of self-control,
I've been so close to relapsing but I didn't,
I did all that I could and I did it.
I've been clean.
But I undress, I strip,
I stare at myself in the mirror with eyes open wide,
It frustrates me to not see myself bleed, not in suffering, not in pain.
I zoom in on the scars that I once punished myself with, they're healed, they don't bleed, they don't hurt.
The violence, the anger, the rage they once were now they're just innocent marks left by crimes of hatred.
I should be happy to see my scars heal,
I should celebrate the disappearance of them,
Instead, I cry, it takes everything in me to not try to give myself new ones,
The healing doesn't fit right with me,
Peace, calm, tranquillity, they're unsettling to me.
The curse lies in me it eats me I become the curse.
I cannot fathom anything good.
Every inconvenience results in bloodshed,
I try to stop myself,
But I know I never can
I can't not go back to my old ways
The story of my life is written in blood
Then who am I to stop the blood from dripping
After all, it's me who's hurting no one else
I can make the choice,
Every ounce of pain and suffering I am well deserving of,
So there's no true point in stopping, not being in pain is going to do no good to me, so why should I even consider putting an end?
Healing is a myth
Recovery is a lie.
Mythical Thinking
In the beginning there had been the word…
She had spoken wisely and made believe
had been a poet all her life creating fiction
scripted parables about a primordial bang
Now she encountered writer’s silent block
yet pondered about her bestseller in waiting
quite ready to reap the harvest and sensed
she had to deal with considerable competition
She rested in the ocean’s tide among pebbles
‘Can I produce a stone so big that I cannot
lift it myself?’ she answered in the affirmative
got stoned on hash brownies and magic potion
A rainbow presided over a giant shibboleth
‘This is a defining moment in history unfolding
I have created Socrates Darwin and Descartes
let the party begin and philosophy challenge’
‘They will believe to have created Me in their image’
Wishful rationale delusion psychopathology or faith
the jury is out there but ‘I appointed the judges
at the High Court of arbitration in the Garden of Eden’
She sensed there was nothing more to achieve
sat in her deck chair awaited Titanic battles
‘A bit more cannabis won’t hurt I am God after all’
but had been warned about relapsing dependence
When she was about to thread Camels and dope
through the eye of the needle injected some more
into self-proclaimed heroine of glory and fame she
shivered and fainted for the rest of day number seven