With a heart so big it aches for every chance of reciprocation, yet still rejected. Inserting the next bullet wound.... Does she die??? No bc with a heart so big its expected, with plenty of space for more...
For us with hearts bigger than our thoughts. We are the target and the world is our daggers... Is death our fate, creeping silently, after it's all said and done?? Or is there more to our story?....to be continued...
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY sierralanai1
In Prison with no BarsME is trying to break free...instead it's being made oblivious by this other monster, this lusting savage that is never satisfied ravaging all forms of positivity....including me ...I fight to break free from this captivity but the vices used for restraint....are much too strong...what does this vicious being want from me??? Who am I, that you can't let me be me?? Am I not good enough? Is who I am so poor in sustenance that you refuse me of my true self?? You attack me, you taunt me, you abuse me....everyday, as if insuring I could never speak up even if I tried....is who I am that repulsive to your very nature that you insist on ensuring a life of misery?? A life placated by Another......... ...All in one body. Yet when I finally feel Life, feel ME and manage to detach myself from this obliterating darkness....I run back to it....my death... like a dope feign...  |
Our fate..?With a heart so big it aches for every chance of reciprocation, yet still rejected. Inserting the next bullet wound.... Does she die??? No bc with a heart so big its expected, with plenty of space for more... For us with hearts bigger than our thoughts. We are the target and the world is our daggers... Is death our fate, creeping silently, after it's all said and done?? Or is there more to our story?....to be continued... |
Our fate.With a heart so big it aches for every chance of reciprocation, yet still rejected. Inserting the next bullet wound.... Does she die??? No bc with a heart so big its expected, with plenty of space for more... For us with hearts bigger than our thoughts. We are the target and the world is our daggers... Is death our fate, creeping silently, after it's all said and done?? Or is there more to our story?....to be continued... |
Interim BlissChasing Ignorance to Borrow Bliss I'm afraid that I'm capable of much(amazement), but that I will never allow myself to accomplish them...I will be my own hindering block for peace and success.... I'm afraid of my normal realm of thinking. So much so, I run to simpler minded people....surround myself with simpler things...Ignorance is Bliss...but we have yet to find the catchy saying for the opposing idea?....bliss....such an extreme feeling....no one dares challenge thee opposing....for fear and apprehension of unprecedented territory... We applaud the overly gifted, make the most creative of people's lives seem like a pleasant symphony NEVER FINISHING THE IDEA AND STATEMENT that if "Ignorance is bliss" Knowledge and all other transcending mindsets, whose every day thought, contrasts the Masses' entry level way of thinking, have to be accompanied by an even darker anguish.... Its lonely... No one see's what I see, when I look...no matter how close we are in view ... |
simply meMy constant is classy yet natural No need for masks or facades I am in essence Me Calm yet abrasive, pleasant but abrupt, understanding but seldomly forgiving, And just as night and day exist so do I....two yet one. Complete opposites in one existence... A true contradiction. Only I... I am multiples...all learning to coexist as one. Lifetime enrollment. Student of my own school. Yet confident and sound in who it has enabled me to be. My weaknesses are my blessings Even though many may see them as deficiencies. I see them as my anchors in humility that without, I would fail... I embrace my flaws and flaunt my assets lol. I am neither more nor less than you. Therefore I carry myself as such. So many different facets of one.....Never ending amusement park. But... Who?... Who will take the time to hop on that eternal rollercoaster of a mind. MY mind??...a mind so diverse, so liberal, AMERICAS MELTING POT!...all in one (hu) Man. INTRICATE to say the least. ... |
My PeopleWho are we?!!!! And what have we become??? Where are the rules, the lines of separation?? Who's your enemy, why can we no longer tell??? You look in the mirror, and pull the trigger. Our enemy is US... My heart cries for those who've walked before us, for those who knew all too well the journey ahead and how necessary their movement and its continuance really were. They watch from above as we spit, deface, and mutilate their dream. "Our people" belong to no one. Who to blame for this loss??? A loss in soul, is only a loss of purpose.? So who??? The Man. No....Where's your mirror.? It's You, you...even I. We're direct culprits of this heinous crime. We stopped requiring of each other purpose and values. We saw the chance to attain and let go of our brother and sisters hand to run for it. Never once looking back to see if the others were keeping the pace. We lost our unity and its given way for only hatred amongst ourselves, death in both senses... |