My idealistic mind dies on the vine
Day after day I worthlessly define
The rightful place for the needle
The steady decay of idealistic people
Illusions of hope in murky pools rippled
Visions of idealism effectively crippled
Convening in ceremonious empty vessels
Idealists left as outcasts with notions to wrestle
The vine’s journey is not completely clear
Strategical route marred with ignorance and fear
They say culture will eat strategy for breakfast
I’ve experienced nothing more firmly steadfast
Categories:
worthlessly, corruption, extended metaphor, power,
Form: Rhyme
I'm stripped of all possessions,
nothing can soothe this deepest hurt;
what cure do I seek, if I brought it upon myself?
I'm troubled, unable to find serenity anywhere,
even in places where no wind hisses;
where do I lay my head on and finally rest?
This earthly life has been worthlessly thrown away,
will the heavenly life be a lot different...
teaching me what I refused to learn and admit?
I'm stripped of all possessions,
as awareness takes away the veil of blindness,
and reveals how vain I've been trusting in gold!
I doubt if God, in the afterlife, will be fully compassionate
and I won't be judged too harshly for my guilts and sins;
is repentance enough to enter Heaven without knocking?
There are certain scars that can be healed from pain...
if forgiveness wipes every stain from that repentant soul;
and if nobody is willing to forgive: I'll remain the deepest hurt!
Categories:
worthlessly, adventure, bible, earth, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Don't be fooled by material possessions
that are owned only by selfish hearts
and the more they hold onto them tightly,
the quicker they'll disappear;
surely, they can make life much easier,
but not a peaceful one full of serenity.
Is it everybody's dream to own everything enough
to fulfill their materialistic needs through times of uncertainty...
if inside there's an emptiness deeper than any ocean's depth?
Spirituality is not dimensional as materialism which is clumsy.
Are they willing to make sacrifices
and only keep the essential things?
Their treasure has overflown and gold
is scattered around it to attract more greed;
will they give some away to the needy?
It'll do no good laying there worthlessly!
Material possessions are owned only by selfish hearts,
and prospering they are mindless of the beggar;
riches are precious jewels that steadily glitter...
then lose their luster when they're captured by thieves!
Categories:
worthlessly, appreciation, beauty, conflict, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Your Place in My Thoughts
I so forcibly suppress my thoughts of you.
Your entity lingers like the putrid scent of sulfur in my soul.
The havoc created leaving me shattered and blue.
I had given up so many things for us.
You seemed so happy, without a fuss.
Yet you still threw me down so worthlessly like coal.
Here I lay as destructive as ever.
I knew our relations would be detrimental.
For I never thought it would be us that'd sever.
In the moments after we would both lash out.
This deep hatred for another soon began to sprout
This reality just begging to settle, I never knew it'd be so ungentle.
May 5th, 2018
Categories:
worthlessly, 10th grade, loss,
Form: Rhyme
AS THE HOUR DREW CLOSE, HIS HEART MELTED CANDLE-LIKE.
A HEAT THAT MADE THE LORD’S HEART HEAVY.
A BURDEN THAT DROVE HIM TO GETHSEMANE
PLEADING TO ESCAPE,
IF SIGNED, THREE TIMES.
MY MIND SIGHED IN UTMOST SURPRISE
WHY SHIVER WHEN HE HAD MUCH LIVER TO SIGN?
THE MOST ANOINTED ENGRACED WITHOUT END
CRYING TO ESCAPE THE REASON HE WAS SENT.
THEN I WALKED INTO SUCH DAY AND SAW
HOW HUMBLE IT IS TO BE TREATED LIKE A THIEF.
A MAN WITHOUT FAULT STONED WITH MANY ASSAULTS.
THE PURER THE HEART THE HEAVIER THE GRIEF.
CREATURES FAR BELOW HIM DRAGGED HIM LIKE A DOG.
FAR FROM CHILDREN ASKED TO FLOG A PROFESSOR.
SPITTING AND SLAPPING THE SENT CREATOR.
CROWD OF NONENTITIES MOCKING HIM OPENLY.
HE WAS FINALLY LEFT DANGLING NAKED ON A TREE
WORTHLESSLY IN-BETWEEN TWO THIEVES.
ALL OF THESE ACTS WAS ALL BY CHOICE.
NO ONE ELSE CAN PARDON UPTO THIS POINT
ALL THIS HE SAW THEN HIS HEART TORE.
WHILE HE GROANED AS THE CUP CAME CLOSE.
SWEATS GREW INTO BLOOD AT EACH HUMBLE THOUGHT.
SUCH STRENGTH, NO MAN EVER CAME CLOSE.
Categories:
worthlessly, abuse, death, hurt, innocence,
Form: Quatrain
Hey!
My
Daily
Love-trances!
You are vain, absurd,
Pointless like gigantic bubbles!
Unworthy to reach my love’s castled, restricted mind.
Counting his forehead’s plaits, I pass my virgin life recklessly, day-dreaming worthlessly;
Glaring at his eyes, I find the dreams reigning there with great authenticity, ignoring me, my love or even my poor fervidity.
Dusk to dawn, dawn to dusk, his love encompasses me, like a haunted house and ghostly I feel I see! As the time passes, I don’t know when I started counting even his sighs, forgetting my love-dreams and all of its hues.
But Ha! His whimsical mind is inaccessible, radically changeable, it’s rather easier to count his holly eye lashes, where there is no hypocrisy at all, but existing love enormous for me; 'Silence' is the name of our love you see! Though he likes to keep it unutterable to me! It's mad love, which has kept me forever thirsty!
Categories:
worthlessly, dream, emotions, feelings, how
Form: Fibonacci
Whether I will wither in the warmth
Or wilt with the weather,
I worry wildly!
For I'd rather,
Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath
Than
Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!
Categories:
worthlessly, autumn, beautiful, courage, dedication,
Form: Alliteration
Lemonhead
Lemonhead your taste
is too sour to my tongue,
Your lemon zest has the power to
twist and contort my full pouty lips,
to pucker-up like two crooked lines of an
equal sign.
You’re a liar, a fink, a worthlessly fake
human being. If I could smell you,
your odor would stink
and repulse me.
No wonder you cower in your dark corner,
sucking your red throbbing thumb.
You are nothing but
a useless lemonhead,
no one cares to eat.
Categories:
worthlessly, angst
Form: Free verse
You said that you loved me
But I knew that really couldnt be
I am treated worthlessly cause I am
I wanna put my pistol to my head and let it go BAM!
I am slicing open my arms deeper than ever
I know it doesnt make things better
I cry and wait for my dying day to come
Instead of me becoming a worthless bum....
Categories:
worthlessly, angst
Form: I do not know?
This paper in front of me,
stares at me,
I return the stare vaguely,
I have ideas,
that need to travel,
the distance to paper,
My pen is willing,
but hand is not,
wrists ache,
as more ideas,
come clamoring,
for escape,
I am making effort,
to queue them,
in discipline,
they areclimbing,
from all over,
in pell mell,
poor paper,
sits worthlessly there,
waiting for me to give it dress,
and give it value,
its only fear is that,
a writer like me,
may not tire soon,
and simply regress.
Categories:
worthlessly, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse