Outcasted Poems

Nation

Nation

The perfect. New. New. Yes. New and old. New–old
Want. Need. And do. The nation. Create life. Home

Wants life. We are. Nation. Not a money. Our lives
Nation. Independent. From life. Love. From the heart.

The nation. New life. Future. Building present. Plans
Building. Construction. Means. The future goes. Past on

Present off. It is off. Life comes from. Of. From? Nation
Need a nation. Living life. Lived. Wanted those who lived at home

But. But no home. Outcasted this nation. But. original power
From origin. All of them. Veins. They live. Living eternals

From the Eternal
Natural personals

Always living nation
Undriveable hurricane

The Suffocating Pressure

Anxiety. 
A feeling that overwhelms your senses.
Blood pressure rising. Breathing becoming uncontrolled. You feel it in your chest, a pressure so heavy you can’t help but give in. A pressure that consumes your mind, thoughts,your body. A feeling that takes over your senses. You feel in within yourself. Tasting the bitterness on your tongue. Choking on the acid before you can speak. You see it when looking at others. Hear their whispers as you walk the halls. Can’t help feeling judged, outcasted, different. You try to ignore it but your eyes wander. Seeing their smirks, hearing their chuckles. You beg it to stop but it won’t; it can’t. Because Anxiety is a fatigue within one’s mind. A fatigue that won’t go away with a snap of one’s fingers. Anxiety consumes. Obtains everything in its path. And there’s no stopping it until you face it.

The Healing Blade

My mind invaided with overwhelming thoughts.
I don't care, I surrender my clean streak.
I climb up the stairs at a complete loss, 
And retrieve the blade that I often seek.

It hovers inches above my scarred skin,
I bury it deep and drag it slowly.
The gut wrenched feeling subsides within 
Not before my arm is red and bloody

In the days that follow I cover up in shame
Let someone see I will be outcasted 
No matter what, the hurt remains the same,
But i prey on the relief thats short lasted.

As I see the crimson turn white and fade,
Once again it’s time to pick up my blade.

Acquired Taste

Like fine wine,
She's an acquired taste.
Some will like her,
Others will not.

They can take her 
In small sized portions,
Samples,
Or one sip at a time.
Not a full glass,
And never in one go.

She may be
What they want at first,
But so time will move
And while wine
Goes better with time,
She is decidedly not
Or so they will say
As they grow tired of her.

She is no longer for their palate,
Their taste, liking, or desire.
She is not what they long for,
At least not any more.
Not the way she was before.

She is an acquired taste,
She is not for everyone,
But maybe she is for someone.

Genre

Aware, 
I may  not 
Appeal to others. 
But, I know the truth
The world is an illusion, 
Not the safe harbor for conformists;
Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was, 
Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors
Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the verity, but an illusion
Perversion Is their abode, far from their own conceived ethical norms...

Kid In Ga

I'm on that stupid mode!
Ignorance shooting like haters:
No wars, no conflicts...
Running in circles: "Ain't that Ouroboros"
I know Venus scared of snakes,
Hence the circle we always have to draw!

Whoa! creepy nights as moon crescent appears, 
waning..., waning..., waning...!
New babes coming and dark lovers:
Barking and howling for lock hours,
Opening windows for outcasted ghosts; 
Top air winds coming in...
Greens and purples to being laughed-
at by dolls, no puppet masters...
Little strange things, girlish "leaning" 
on my vintage; vanish painted doors,
Oh Willie...!

Having bad trips due to low sugar levels 
Driving "fast" In the dark,
Humming..., humming..., humming...!
Staring at the windscreen:
As I reach those tunnels;
hallucinations as I'm afraid of exaggerations, 
even though I love sarcasm! 
And playing around with syllables-
knowing "grammar" gonna get me: 
Dark pens with red inks;
Red lines drawn across words: 
Sentenced, concords fighting with jargon! 
Hyphens stopping the war but not recognized by the Language,
Gotta keep order: Guess no one likes broken English!

The Void

i hate what life has become
dissapointment after dissapointment
beating me like a drum
as the world falls apart,
i seek something to make me numb
but like everything else, its here, then its gone
like everyone else
it fades from me
tearing me to the bone
with no love to call my own
outcasted by my family time after time again
but whats new with that..
its a ever repeating strum
so i cut myself off, lock the key and break it in
tired of feeling rejected
making my head my home
i pray for an end to this evil generation..
so much technology has stained on so many souls
all for there gain, destroying each day they wake
so i guess il say a prayer to end this void
and may it become as pitch black darkness
until the dawn, when i can silence the noise in my mind 
harken
and hear my call

Teufelsberg

Under the sour light
of the summer moon, when the
asphalt maze exhales

heatness we come and
ensemble at Teufelsberg
just to pile up the 

broken and rusty 
pieces of our outcasted 
heart, hoping that if 

we exchange them like 
puzzles of the autumn we 
will able to build new ones.

To Mother

To mom –                                                  

Dear mom………

For love my every tear

Outcasted, conspirated  humiliated to bear

They are creator of this scene

On this platform at midnight

My agony my misery

Even in lighted room can not grasp

Fumble like blind for fact

Nothing conspicuous in litracy

Then why mourn for blindness

Even walking with sophisticated modesty

Nothing relevant happens.

So I tried to smother my hopes, my dreams first.

Dear mother…..

Now who will caress my head to calm down

Those burning thoughts

Creator of show more impatient to show

Us pitiable and humiliated.

More pathetic

And whose who morbid audience

Sobbing with kerchief for this great mischief

To forget next moment

If barred to show scars and signs of twitched

Heart with mental war

Deep deep heart is enough to express all

We are so wise and genius to review this plight

And measure the wounds of rape in solitude

Now this phenomenal lonliness

Soothing itself with words

Nobody hear my this lunatic monolouge

Would  i

Overcome it without you?

Mybirthright

My birth right..?
 
Givin to me was tragedy
outcasted by blood by family
The thought of love shattered by hate
Dreams destroyed by fate
Smiles worn better then masked
To hide the burnt ash
U must look the part, act the part, see the part
But never be the part
No sympathy and no pity 
not for you kiddy
No teachings of love just lust for hate
For it is sealed yes my pain
When help is out of sight 
Theres no way to escape my birth right.....

Good and Bad

My own maze of a
mind is dangerous

a moment of fresh
air, and on the edge

and suddenly I
question death

For who am I to
think that I can
defy the normality
of life?

In a strange path I
walk, but where are
those who follow?

Is it only like a
fool I spin this
endless web of
spontaneous desire?


That perhaps my
loneliness in other
words is just a
fragment

of my denial, for
personal safety and
self-respect.

For others dare not
walk on flaming
coals in fear
they'll burn their
feet


Yet... does it make
me a legend?

One that does not
get remembered but
somehow nature can
maintain, 

and by which
outcasted spawn can
be regressed -

Not even necessarily
through my own
conception. 

Irrational? maybe...
yes

Like the greyish
bleak clouds that
cover up an
illuminating moon, 


Inconspicuous, self
righteous or lost
without a clue?

To whom do I owe
this frailty blame?
If I am, in fact, 

the ONLY one... then
why, and will it
ever change?

Scary Scary Scary Moments

All time and effort lay, all that's best prayed
My one last say to be at last safe and paid
Though I got strayed and had been left to right swayed
All that's best prayed, all time and effort lay

Outcasted without trial, dismissed with deep vile
Grins taste of bile, nerves a fluttering volt of riles
No one to take hold with those futile ill revile
Dismissed with deep vile, outcasted without trial

They kiss without goodbye to free one last sigh
Forgiveness: legion of solitude, don't defy
Careful to tell not a lie, speaking with mind's eye
To free one last sigh, they kiss without goodbye

A hot stupid pride, a dip to cool in a tide
With turbulence, I still stride and take the ride
Indefinite guide, even nebulous hide
A dip to cool in a tide, a hot stupid pride

Too scared to give a try, too scared of break and cry
Bended knee, juiceless but I don't like to die
Tumbling to reach solely the wide ocean sky
Too scared of break and cry, too scared to give a try

(c) Olive Eloisa
2:15 am
June 02, 2014

Contest Name: Scary Moments
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
5th place, to God be the greatest glory!!

Alone and Left Out

Why was I the only one left out?
Having to be still when I want to shout
A social reject, outcasted from the group
Turning to no one i sat on my stoop 
Alone without friends
Being the hand to no one I lend
Outside in a poor lonely heap
Undying is the rage and aching I keep
Trying to keep my calm face on
Making the happiness look dead-on 
Everybody fooled yet
?

Love

Longing to look into your eyes
Outcasted by those who do not believe
Vunerable to your words
Enlighten by your wit and charm

Lost in thoughts of you
On top in the world with joy
Vastly taken aback by your smile
Exceeding all expectations

Lured by your golden hair
Once upon a time
Voluntarily welcoming your every move
Ever lasting light.

Untitled

Understood like written opinions in the dark.
This fine line of cultural barriers.
Controlled by our mental description of perfect.
Who is perfect?
Who has the right to judge my look, then, assume it goes with my personality.
Basing your opinion of me on my past told to you, but known by me.
You can use faith as the basis for everything.
I'm searching for common ground on sea's,
Hoping god will appear and say" Come to me".
Tattoo's, make me a walking collague of all things I hold dear beyond skin deep.
Piercing, for me, a form of beauty.
Encouraged to be different,
To shake up the norm.
Outcasted when the norm ends up a far cry from it's original form.
Take to negitive's to form a positive.
Confronting those who swear their word is bond, or 
the hetro-sexual closet cases who hide their sins and judge the world.
Truth's hidden inside brains.
Mine hell bound, cause my sins hang from sleeve's, like
gay flags at pride parade.
So quick to judge, failing to see..
It's the soul,
that make's you, you, and me, me..

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