Are You Somewhere in These Words...

It’s time to get real
to drop all delusion.
We can’t face the truth
with our heads in the stars.

Afraid of the darkness
we turn on the light
but Light it is Not
just a trick of the Mind.

We lie to ourselves
to block out the pain
but in sensing this pretense
we build self-distain.

We know what love is
we say to ourselves.
But soon we shall see
we’ve been wrong all along.

It’s cozy it’s rapture
so sexy, consuming
It’s like eating ice cream
on hot August days.

But sooner than later
that heat does betray us
that ice cream is melting
all over our faces.

We run from our selves
destination unknown
deep into the wild
and the muck of quicksand.

We think hate is easy
like dressing in fashion
parading those rags.
How objectively cool!

As destiny dogs us
it’s feet not so silent
it whispers a warning
but we’re caught unaware.

We thrive in our undergrowth
Or so we perceive
until we are no longer free
or Death becomes us ~ prematurely.

We walk along oblivious
to all our dangling threads.
They hem us in on all four sides
Like nature’s labyrinths.

Now take another look
and tell me what you see.
Are You somewhere in these words
or are they simply only me?

just you.

I generally feel like this though…

Let me in!
Let the blood trickle down your skin.
I have been hanging around outside your house a lot lately
I can see your troubled face thinking “Is that weirdo outside going to rape me”
Yes I am, oh for fucks sake
I would of done it sooner but I ran out of duct tape
I like to keep it real, and generally hands on
kick you in the stomach and make you suck on a used tampon.
Bitch, this is called tough love
parade you around town in a skirt with no panties wearing a butt plug.
Bitch, i’m socially retarded and my fantasies are slightly drastic
Choke you under an apple tree to make the murder scene appear less dramatic.
My knives will be stuck in your face, I call them the hazardous rodents
You can check your lip stick in the reflection for some last comforting moments.

Yes it’s me, admittedly so and the crisis is coming, no, it’s here. How did You ever?

RETURN TO SENDER - ADDRESS UNKNOWN.

a deep cleansing.jpg
I can visualize you here. Wash away those toxins, manne.

Hi, sweet Rumi.
If you see it coming, orbie, you need to try to avert it. Sooner than later. :chores-chopwood:

arc where do I fit in these words…help me…I need your help

That’s a question that you have to answer for yourself, turtle. Where do You think you fit into these words?
Maybe you fit nowhere into them. Do you think that you do?

arc I would like to connect but I don’t like poetry

Then don’t think of it as poetry. Think of it simply as thoughts/reflections put into words.
Do you see yourself there? Take a quantum leap. lol

you bet its time to get real and deal with the truth…I am with you…we have to stop killing one another

little reptile

First step to that?

Sure, sure, sure.

But yes, these words could never apply to someone such as in your avatar. :evilfun: :stuck_out_tongue:

Stop with the pitter patter of the little turtle feet. …There is only one true turtle in here.

:mrgreen:

Some things are unavertable, they are manifestly destined. Loaded, with intention, a long, long, long time since.

Destiny can only be seen in hindsight. Our way of trying to resolve this or that.
But we are capable of changing things either before or after they seemingly appear at our doorstep.
Unlike robots, we have consciousness and free choice if we choose to see that.

Damn the torpedoes - full steam ahead. :mrgreen: