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Justin Wallace Poem
Love...
Love!
Love!?
Love?
Love.
Konfusion?
Emotional rollercoaster.
Dead?
Alive?
I kant tell anymore.
Heartbeats,
No breath.
Annoying silence!
Be quiet!
Surrounded and lonely,
Visible and lost.
I dont know anymore.
Im angry!
Im sad.
Im happy.
Im happy?
I kant tell anymore.
Go away!
Wait,
Please don't go!
Stay.
I don't know anymore.
I hate you!
I love you!
I love you!?
I love you?
I love you.
Im sorry,
Please forgive me.
*sigh*
"No, I'm sorry,
Please, forgive me..
I just dont kare anymore."
Copyright © Justin Wallace | Year Posted 2015
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She believes I'm a lie.
Too good to be true.
Too good?
For who?
She see's my exterior,
The truth.
She hears my interior,
Konfused?
Nothing so pure should co-exist.
Again, I'm too good to be true.
My mind, doesn't match my lifestyle.
I'm humble, yet arrogant.
I'm the truth, yet a lie?
In her eyes, that's true.
In her heart she's konfused.
Maybe she wanted proof?
But of what?
Suddenly she didn't believe.
Suddenly i was a lie.
Suddenly she was konfused.
She konvinced herself to believe in a lie that was disguised as the truth.
But there was no lie to begin with.
She turned the truth into a lie, and yet, konvinced herself to believe in it.
Konfusion at its best.
Love at its worst.
But for her sake, I'll play along.
Maybe I'm a lie after all.
Copyright © Justin Wallace | Year Posted 2015
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Justin Wallace Poem
Imperfection.
That's my true definition.
Hidden within the prison of
Saddness and Konfusion
And kaged and shackled by
Maddness, and Delusion.
A psychotic subconscious,
With no place or worth.
Alone, embraced by fear.
This is my home.
Built from stones of insecurity,
Barred by steel of konformity.
No place for light,
Light...
Such an alien koncept.
Icey black prison of darkness
Wardened by Lucifer himself.
What irony, his name,
Lucifer.
I had a visitor.
Unexpected but appreciated.
Her presence emitting through
The thickness of darkness.
I kan see.
She spoke, and i felt again.
She accepted my imperfections.
She understood.
She was imprisoned herself.
Our bond grew strong,
We no longer were alone.
The prison began to krumble,
The stones fell, the bars opened,
The shackles broken.
Light shined through.
We were finally free.
She freed me.
And in her words, i freed her.
But we were released by Love.
Love is freedom.
Freedom is Love.
She is my everything.
Copyright © Justin Wallace | Year Posted 2015
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Running,
They're getting klose.
Every direction,
They're there.
Im terrified.
Black, kold,
Lifeless.
Silently screaming.
I kant take it.
Im terrified.
I run,
Refuse to look back.
Dead ends everywhere,
I kant escape.
Im terrified.
Sweaty,
Panicking, no choice.
I stop, face the monsters,
The demons,
Im terrified.
I scream,
I fight, i kry,
Shattering glass sounding,
Lights illuminates,
room of mirrors.
Im terrified.
Copyright © Justin Wallace | Year Posted 2015
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