I’ve come to—k(now), the sobering conclusion
that I must be a lunatic; else what
sufficiently explains the smirking smut
clouding my judgment?—what viscous illusion—
outright{(diagnosable[,perhaps)delusion]},—
persuades me to heed your haughty strut?
Each inch of every corner of my gut
is begging—not—accept—refuse—intrusion.
ah!, but I budge, I give in to temptation!
why,why,why must I make the same mistake
instead of just quite well so simply break-
-ing the cycle of you?—o’ that salvation,
in what dark nook lurks it?, which saviour holds
the key that unschackles me from your folds?
Categories:
repetitions, addiction, conflict, dark, desire,
Form: Italian Sonnet
unsullied
by preconceptions
or prejudice
of atmospherics
again
&
again
vibrant
wrought
shimmering
motifs
made manifold
in reflections
with
fleeting moods
on passing
phenomena
Categories:
repetitions, art, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
Pushups until I can't feel anymore
I lose count and let the tears hit the floor
Pain and crying, the only two ways I feel alive
I've learned to strive and not just get by
I'm thankful that I've learned to cope
Instead of hiding, dying on the inside
Slitting your wrists just leaves scars
Reminding you of how hurt you are
And late nights will only kill you slowly
Drink after drink at the bar
These days I don't run from my problems
These days I don't try to forget
I let my body ache
I run and run until I see daybreak
Lace up my shoes
And hit the pavement
Knowing I don't have to run from my guilt
Because I have God's forgiveness
I push my body til it gives
At least it's a healthy way to live
It's been years since I quit smoking, drinking, doing drugs
And yeah I sometimes still feel numb
So I get down on my knees and pray
Then do pushups until the pain fades
Now I do repetitions..
Instead of repeating my mistakes
Categories:
repetitions, deep, devotion, freedom, health,
Form: Free verse