A drop of water has no direction,
Until its introduction to a stream.
A streams movement will bend and change through its self infliction.
While,
A stream is unable to conform stray water:
It is shaped by such.
A car may control its own movement,
However, is constrained to the roads of its creation.
Self-Infliction 1
To show
not tell
the essence
of verse
Narrative
wording
the image
reversed
A rainbow
unseen
is folly
described
Each moment
explained
a feeling
— contrived
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Self-Infliction 2
Poetry done right
“is not a hobby”
Filling the hours
with time undone
Poetry from the heart
“is not descriptive”
Where words die orphaned
— and words die young
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
some say demons
I call them traumas
some say addictions
I call it self infliction
some say crazy
I call it misunderstood
some say boundaries
I call it protection
some say bad seeds
I call them unguided
some say thieves
I call it greed
some say haters
I call them broken
some say jealousy
I call it bitterness
some say narcissist
I call them wounded
some say enemies
I call them admirers
A Absolute wreckage
L Lights gone out in blackout consumption
C Carnage of gigantic proportions
O Oblivion through self infliction
H Hostage to addiction
O Obstructionist behaviour
L Liberation is possible
27th August 2024
The frontier of violence
strange land of our making
Wilderness of bones and blood
—buried in our fear
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Art,
the poison with which
the universe stings…
the artist dead
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
To those of us that struggle with addiction,
It's a choice you could say a self-infliction.
You’re a slave to the substance and you’re not aware,
A heavy cross for one to bare.
All the wheeling and dealing you can muster,
your wife a Tweeker you can't trust her.
Shady characters come with a song and dance,
getting ahead in this game a slim chance.
Every night you pray for a tomorrow,
another day filled with betrayal and sorrow.
Everyone is a liar, a thief and cheaters,
junkies, pill poppers, coke heads and Tweekers.
A mirage of addicts come and go,
tomorrow someone here could be Jane Doe.
The same thing day in and day out,
sometimes there is enough others you go without.
Addiction is with you everywhere you go,
It outsmarts you, you have no control.
Addiction comes in all shapes and sizes,
hand in hand with denial, deceit and lies.
You can never really be at ease,
My name is Addiction and I'm your disease.
TURBO1904 OCT. 2021
Explosion, implosion,
tomorrow is gone
A new self-destruct mode,
old enemies throng
We’re now on the poster,
PUBLIC ENEMY ONE
The canaries all dead
—with zero the sum
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Living life dangerously with my heart on my sleeve
So reckless, So careless. Others can't conceive
Have you no walls? Where is your protection?
You're bound to get hurt by self-infliction
They look upon me. Baffled and shocked
"You foolish girl" they shout. They've mocked
Pain is all you'll find taking a risk such as this
You'll be left heartbroken over short lived bliss
I've heard it all before. Been told a time or two
They've even been right. I'll admit that to you
Here's what I know. What I learned from it all
Love is a risk. Even guarded you can fall
Nothing last forever. Everything will change
Hearts come together, fall apart, rearrange
Rather by choice, by time, or by death
Even when it last to someone's final breath
But there's no growth without pain
As there's no flowers without rain
Say what you will, I told you from the start
On my sleeve it will stay, my foolish heart
I opened my heart, as a bud in bloom
A fragile flower, gently held in his arms
I welcomed the warmth of his touch
He was my morning dew, slaked my thirst
and sated my hunger for love.
His words were whispered in my ear.
But now, his utterances rip my petals apart
Cruel inflictions play havoc on my soul,
His language hurls daggers at my heart
I'm tortured and tormented with toxic chiding
His voice is venom from the fangs of a snake,
leaving puncture wounds, dripping with blood.
His angry words strip me bare of dignity
With each flay of his tongue, I am whipped
I'm withering like a clipped rose,
exposed to a scourge of abusive speech
What ails my heart leaves no bodily scars
I need benediction to heal my wounds
but I know the answer to my prayers
will never come from his cursed lips
And although it's not easy to forgive him,
I do because I am guilty of self-infliction.
The love I have for him is an addiction,
and for this weakness, I suffer the pain
of allowing his words to pummel my heart
again and again
August 10th, 2020
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
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Three Dead Gods
Jesus
The world according to Art
Three crosses
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Burdens
self infliction
caring, a full
blown crucifixion
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Three crosses burning
in mid day sun
I am ashamed
not because
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Two crosses are empty
only because there is one
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The burning sensation of lust,
Red seeping from her core.
Her shattered heart,
Followed by shattered tears.
The anger gliding across her wrist,
Her solution still remains.
Yearning to lead a normal life,
Longing to feel the pain.
The numbness shortening her life,
The guilt reminding her of death.
Her self-infliction,
Her only solution.
"Get away!", she screams in her head,
Why can't she utter those words,
The fault is her.
Not kicking or screaming,
Not saying a word.
Her longing to feel something,
Other than his body on hers,
Leads to yet again,
The gliding across her wrist.
The anger taken out,
Until at last,
Her dreams of death.
She got her wish.
The world,The homes,
The people and their emotions,
Initial contractions of real
expectations, for I have
telepathic connections
The world,The homes
The people, Hiding emotions
of true nature, avoiding the light
of wisdom and interactions,
Its ok for they too have
telepathic connections.
The world,The homes
Hiding people and emotions
Curtains the truth of human
nature. Hidden in homes is their
Telepathic connections.
The world, Hiding homes
people and their emotions,
Affected not by material loss,
Or self infliction of its people.
It is the mother, Thus
Its in fact that telepathic connection.
Udit---
How easy it is not to be sought or seen;
hiding from existence,
weakening confidence,
missing its eloquence...
when feelings resurge
to question the misery of what has been
with a pathetic urge.
Why does one choose
those moods of loneliness
and turn into a lurking shadow,
then rest under a solitary willow?
Why be the friend of gloomy solitude,
instead of the friend of cheery sunshine?
Nothing is to be gained if ingratitude
doesn't allow reality and truth to entwine.
Note on picture # 1: Being invisible or hiding from the world
is self-infliction, it effects teens and adults who are
misunderstood and unloved.
Self-Inflicted Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Because addiction
I fell into the red fire
so many consequences
my self-infliction
darkness chose by my desire
I lost all my defenses
Form: Sedoka
Six lines consisting of 5-7-7-5-7-7 Syllables (Rhymed)
Checked syllable count:www.wordcalc.com
Due to research I have learned that the word "fire"
can by one or two syllables.
In this poem I wrote the word "fire" as one syllable.
Date Written: January 24, 2016
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