My Translucent Mind: February 2014

Friday, February 28, 2014

Mine ( Feb 28, 2014) 4th Rhyming Poem

One finger.

One trigger.

The world painted dead.

One blade.

One moment.

The words left unsaid.

For there in the emptiness of which my soul dwells.

Derives the demons from the deepest of hells.

They know no better, as it’s written in design.

Yet belonging to no other, these demons are mine.

They are the sweetest of nightmares and scariest of dreams.

No longer is life all that it seems.

One last breath then these demons shall win.

One last night and my soul will give in.

For here in shadows of which my pain thrives.

Clings the last faint words of a woman who dies.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Marked ( Feb. 27, 2014)

I can never erase you,

like a pen,

you permanently etched yourself into the pages of my mind.

And although I may attempt

to blacken you in and move on from the ruined words,

the memory of what was once written,

now a dark smudge,

will forever stain the chapters of my life.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Love is Pain ( Feb. 26, 2014 )

My internal being screams for salvation

Hunger striving through my veins

I must feed

How am I to survive if I can not indulge myself with the joys of life.

Withering away to a rotted carcass

I am nothing but an empty shell of what I once was

Here I lie burdened by the overwhelming numbness that I have succumbed to

Am I to blame for my own destruction

Lost in pure agony of my own self pity

Or yet is it the demons that buried their way into my mind

For oh how I adore my demented friends

So evil , so seductive

Their fire caressing my everlasting soul

Who am I to fight such an attractive feeling

With blood running down my legs, tears down my eyes, I have never felt more alive!

Passion coursing through my veins

Hot desire filling my body as I begin to tremble

My hunger satisfied for a moments time

Contrived of the most utterly delicious temptations

Finally I am seduced into what seems to be an obscurity of nirvana

Adrift in my own subconscious

For these are my ravenous proclivities

A deranged sense of a dream but yet the most enticing sense of a nightmare.

Thus with the forbidden thirst that lingers deep within the trenches of my vitality

I find a love so raw, yet so true, that only pain itself in the most tormenting form could honestly understand.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Life and Death ( Feb. 25, 2014 )

I cant breathe…

-Slit my throat, give me air.

My head hurts…

-Stab my mind, make it stop.

I lay numb …

-Rip my flesh, make me bleed.

Yet I cry…

-Sow my eyes, make it dark.

Save me, kill me.

Love me, kill me.

My body aches…

-Break my limbs, take away the reason.

My hands shake…

-Strip me of their presence, make them still.

My veins turn cold…

Burn their being, make them warm.

And my heart shatters…

Step on the pieces, leave nothing to salvage.

Save me, kill me.

Love me, kill me.

I live, I die. The end.

Splash ( Feb. 25, 2014 )

Slowly I fall,

Loosing my grip I begin to decay.

You were my rock.

… as unstable as it was at least I stayed above.

Now I drown.

The tears that were once under me

Have now become the ocean I die in.

My rock vanishes, my heart stops, splash

I am gone.

Sweet Nightmares ( Feb. 25, 2014 ) 3rd Rhyming Poem

Do you remember those nights you made me scream

The nights you killed a child’s dream

The days you had me fake a smile so wide

Then slowly tortured the soul inside

Or how about the evenings you made me dread

Just a slit of the wrist or a bullet in the head

For that’s all it would take , just one quick sec

Then I’d be gone, along with the rest

The pain , the hurt, the scars, all of it erased

No longer the horror of what I once had to face

And now here I am in the utter darkness of death

Gasping for air, yet seizing of breath

So with one last line to wish you good bye

Sweet dreams my fair beauty, may you sleep through the night.

Strive To Find Your Own Voice ( Feb. 25, 2014 )

Since the day we were born we were told that we couldn’t.

And every day after that we were told that we wouldn’t.

And then after that we were told life was too hard.

And to top it all off “our goals were too far.”

For no matter what we did we were thought always to fail.

Their minds were the hammer, their words were the nails.

That pierced through our souls in attempt to hold us down.

Yet come to find out the strength we had found.

In fact we were stronger then most really knew.

Honestly we are probably even stronger then you.

Yes you the one who told us those horrible lies.

Who tried to keep our eyes low…away from the skies.

But the chains have been broken

our spirits are free

Our bodies unbound

You gave us the key

You pushed and you shoved

You slashed and you kicked

You took what we loved

And you tried to constrict

Yet all of those things with in us you dare try to kill

Gave us the knowledge, it gave us the will.

To grow beyond what any could see.

To strive for our goals and finally be free.

Perceptions Of The Unknown ( Feb. 25, 2014 )

Such sweet and nimble words

Yet lost to the tendencies of a questioning mind

Spoken with no satisfaction in the opposing direction

And forever to be molded into another’s conception of a thought

With no two alike we become unknown

All that we are is merely an agreement, and argument, or perhaps that that holds no indulgence what so ever

Relations failing,

the idea of being understood but yet a obscured misrepresentation of each others own perceptions.

We know nothing of one another besides the embodiments in which we are given way too.

Even then we lack in the idea of penetrating someone else’s subconscious,

Yet in complete reality, can we even take meaning of our own.

It is today that we find ourselves truly undiscovered and unexplained.

Nothing more than a mystery walking through an anomaly all in itself.

Thus here we are

So miniscule in comparison, yet so magnificent in creation.

Perhaps one day when all Is over we will finally find an answer

Perhaps we won’t and our inquisitions will be left to roam another day

Yet no matter the de nu mont, it is the will for all things … that we discover something other than what we think we know.

And in that, who it is we think we are.