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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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Decay

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My days have been charcoal grey
I don’t what else to say
Come what may!
I did fall and stray
Back in the day
Even recently
Just the other day

I am in need of the potter
To take this clay
Terra cotta
After being molded
Put me through the fire
Make it even hotter

I’m like Ola Cray
Many colors to my prism
But somehow I’m still stuck here in prison
Stuck inside my own mind
My mind makes it so difficult to find
A sense of bliss
I can’t even enjoy a kiss
It’s just so ridiculous
Why do I keep on messing with this?
What the heck is this?

The decay of my mind
Makes it nearly impossible to find
The reason why I’m blind
Blind to the fact
That courage to defeat myself
Is the one thing that I lack!

For what I truly fear
Is to let go of this here
I have always only had my own self near
For it was ONLY ‘I’
That would be there
When I would shed a tear

I had nobody to help me with the pain
No one shed any light
When over me there was pouring rain
So now that I have gain
I shall no longer refrain
And neither shall I restrain
To exact my emotions of commotion
Onto others
So they too feel my strain
For although
I still go against the grain
I must hold onto the reign
So there won’t be a terror reign
I now self sustain
Self contain
Spit up bile
And vomit my intestinal music
Hoping and praying
That who ever reads it or hears
Can some how really use it!

But I know
That most will probably refuse it
But that can’t stop me
From having to enthuse it
Even though many will also still confuse it

With some arrogant
Highly pompous lingo from these lips
Although I don’t waste any time
Creating sounds to shake your hips

So whoever is reading or listening
Pay a little more attention
For the last thing that I want
Is to create any kind of dissension
I am brought forth
To bring a kind of intellectual ascension
And with that fact
There could be no contention

My use of grammar
Is kind of like my own invention
Placed into full gear
But like a lyric convention

The resurrection of the old me
Waiting for me to be once again he!
It is quite straining
Emotionally draining
Looking forward to a glimmer of light
As we have gotten used to all of the raining

I can not point fingers or do any blaming
My own self filled with weakness has caused the spiritual flaming
I will not get pissed off and do any bad naming
For to do so will only place myself into more shaming

My life is not like some electronic video gaming
Although the results are astronomically absurd
You would be over whelmed & astonished
If every truth and fact of stress and pain thrown at me
Were said clearly through finely written tactical, actual, and factual words.

SkTzO

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