dishonored philosopher – Page 3 – a poet's confessional

modernity

this world demands of me so much i give it all until my skin breaks my heart stops my eyes burn and my brain dies but it continues to take, take, take and it will continue to do so with no payment it needs to make

romantic

my first lover was death and death will be my last

elliptical

sometimes everything is a revolving cycle of wins and loses of smiles and tears of triumphs and lows from good times to bad times my life is a cycle i dwell in the silence and darkness for a time for hours, for days, for weeks, for months, for even years but i also dwell inContinue reading “elliptical”

you took the two greatest things in my life

cancer can just fuck off

hopeful oracle

i only wish he makes you happy and does not trick and deceive with krampus teeth and krampus tongue i only wish we were a mistake in your life and that i am wrong

your mistakes

i hate to say this but when your world crumbles we will remain when you crawl to us we will remain some will not bow but some will stoop low we will not sneer at your pain we will remain

season

someday i will have ask the truth and you must reply with the truth and i hope when that day comes we will still bloom not wither and die

damn you

you are a shame to this family a poison to this house you are a curse on my tongue a disease upon my life

sort of sadness

i kiss you with a sort of sadness in my eyes we are both broken, picking up the pieces you, a lover me, a father together we are happy but that sadness remains when she comes up in conversation my fury burns or my guilt consumes when he comes up in conversation you sit backContinue reading “sort of sadness”

obligation

you are free from her, my love the only things that remains is old emotions, sadness that wear you down in the night of regrets, and something that just wasn’t meant to be take that freedom and run because i still hold an obligation to her, no matter how much i try i cannot breakContinue reading “obligation”