When you betray someone
Something inside in you shatter
When people close to you knows this
They are the one who feels the pains
When this evil act subsides
The one who betrays will silently
Hide his face in darkness and cry in vain
Thinking he's useless because of guilt
If the guilt is light he's saving grace is proud
Showing to people that he's in control of everything
You will see him his wealth displayed
You will observe him saying his achievement
Most likely making himself a celebrity
Sometimes he goes extreme parties care to influence
But when time body rest in bed can't take a rest
Because cobwebs of guilt flies in the air
Too many unfinished business keeping the mind
Uneasy, insecurities and feeling reserve not close
When unmanaged and uncontrolled action not met
Too heavy in thinking and can't sleep anymore
The only solution is taking life by its own.
Categories:
unmanaged, betrayal, character, mental health,
Form: Free verse
I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read an article on the web.
It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
Categories:
unmanaged, 11th grade, change, character,
Form: Rhyme
The downside to drinking is sinking,
a depression of grey and black,
there are no leaves on the trees,
they lay dormant by the gutterside.
Kids laughter morphs into a migraine,
ive not heard a bird sing for years,
unmanaged debt haunts me,
a happy face eludes me at every turn
the pain is tearing at my soul,
water pertudes from everywhere,
except my eyes,
i fail to recognise the man looking at me,
as i walk past the mirror shop,
Deep guzzaling breaths.....then drink.
Categories:
unmanaged, depression,
Form: Free verse
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Free, untamed, and fallow
Where the weeds reign unflinching
Exhaling fragrant blooms and countless seeds
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Where erratic winds blow
And mice and winged migrants forage
A land that does not bend to cultivation
Or manufactured lawn
And blackened pavement
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Passed by, forgotten, unused
And yet it inspires
Because it stands unyielding
Without submission
To produce organized space, nourishment, and foundation
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
How long has it been
Since you ran unhindered
Through unmanaged grounds of rich foliage
Where decorum does not apply
And spirits unclothe themselves
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
And longed to leave this world of paths
To transcend the laws of man
This narrow realm of limits
Categories:
unmanaged, introspection
Form: Free verse
Icons of evolution and
loud men made a circle
of nihility, leaping high,
splashing the black perfume.
Nicotine reclaimed ne plus ultra.
Lurching thrusts reached nowhere.
Dirty fingers held the prosperity.
The dialogue of root
and earth started a nameless fire.
Hunger stunned the leaves,
brutalized by unmanaged truths.
The sting operated in dark.
Let going the lights,
phantoms were starving.
I saw my face for the first time.
I accept my responsibility
for closed drapes.
Doors were banging in terror
and there were sparks on the roof.
The blind walls squirmed.
It was time for your roadmap
to show the lines,
sign the winds.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unmanaged, sad, social, sympathy, visionary,
Form: ABC
Give in to this urge you can't fight try and try again if you like
You really think your might makes right, well here is a little
insight just a simple explanation as to why my will is
dominating.
My wrath is savage my trance unmanaged mind is mere matter
my voice is fear so i laugh louder, I am sexual therefore i sin with
you It's a game ever perpetual unruly in it's pinnacle of course you
can rebel go ahead who on earth would tell.
I lay in limbo wake me if you dare i am omega as if i were never
there. Call me what you will but i know the very sight of this black
tunic makes you ill, reach for me but my arms you will never see don't
believe all the stories you hear but understand my dear you can never
escape me.
I will always be what you think of me as for this it's a
never ending philosophy underestimating me will only
give you tyranny.
Cole Hodson
Copyright (c) 2006
Categories:
unmanaged, introspection, parody, philosophy, visionary,
Form: Free verse