Driving to nowhere this dashboard, my confessional
My actions are my own doing, always discretional
Finding clairvoyance in love, most days are exceptional
Honest forthright, there is no reason to be transgressional
Live the golden rule, nothing about me unprofessional
I lead this parade, but not a thing about its processional
The chapter that ended, just a prequel of my sucessional
The answers I found, is reflecting becomes progressional
How I feel does nothing to move the costs decimal
Time on its own will always be a stoic recessional
Categories:
transgressional, confidence, identity, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Monorhyme
I sought all I could with you.
Seeking freedom in my fear,
I found more dread in my bed without love.
I thirst for countless reasons and answers
that could be my way to free my cold feet.
Forgetting my will to need
everything that could carry
me to a place where forsaken moments
can not be my one straight way to forget.
I saw not the apprehension nor doubts.
So I seek what I can with
me; I wish to not become
everything that I could because my past.
Though I am alone, I still know my fright
is just transgressional dismay from my
soul’s starvation for comfort.
Can my path be uncontrolled
without feeling suffering and deep woe?
For I have been abandoned, yet, maybe
I can find redemption by trust and hope.
I sought all I could with you-
and now I exist with shame.
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Rob Carmack
October 14, 2018
Categories:
transgressional, loss, love hurts,
Form: Verse
Oh no,
Ken messed up the audio,
This will instill rage into an introverted bro,
I'm serving purpose by not flipping furniture for show,
This show is worthless,
I'm perturbed,
Let's just play Pokemon Go!
I think mic's are magic cuz of my lack of understanding,
Working with a two bit hack devoid of tact is so demanding,
No idea what he's doing,
Losing views to this bad acting,
Audacity must be to complex to be influenced by his actions,
This punks no professional,
So we gon subtitle this transgressional,
It's not a bad reaction to say,
Ken messed up the audio!
Get Krekelered,
Bent with perceptive reflexes,
Removing hexes placed on fairer sexes,
Emotional caresses of feelings protected,
Burn ya to learn ya empathetic lessons,
No stop in sight to these sessions,
Endless supply of indiscretions,
Ripe to analyze with contrite reflections,
These vibes they vibe within prismatic prisms,
Exorcise your demons to exercise livin'.
Categories:
transgressional, anti bullying, best friend,
Form: Free verse
“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever.
The goal is to create something that will.” -- Chuck Palahniuk
reaper wields his scythe indiscriminately
none escape the blade
leave a lasting, favorable impression
epitome of a life’s success
portraits of artists live in our memories
van Gogh, Dickinson, Shakespeare, Wyeth
imprints of masters
those whose works remain classics
if to this goal you aspire
make your mark weaving artistry, individuality
*October 11, 2011 – Entry for Brian’s 10 lines max contest.
Charles Michael "Chuck" Palahniuk is an American transgressional fiction novelist and freelance journalist. He is best known for the award-winning novel "Fight Club."
Categories:
transgressional, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse