bittersweetexistence

He aimlessly terries Doing as he pleases Yet he has his forced limits. He's a curious dog on a leash Chewing at his lead, attempting escape. His age is a minute timeline In an age marked by a unique soil, Tarred styrofoam fossilized under pressure, With dense remains ossified by the stress. Dreamless regrets step on toes and breakdown With for of fortune which misfortunately takes place. He rolls his eyes and forces a smile, Clenching the lead without conflicting pulls. He can taste the smell of the crimson tide Flowing through his teeth and sating his desires. His metaphorical tail wags as he indulges on flesh. He dreams in f

Ever describing wants, Never prizing what already is. Ours or yours or mine. Why does happiness have a price, Or is it just taken for granted? Why is coveting others so familiar? Does it have to be with us all? Changing things and people selfishly Or letting those change themselves selflessly Such costly happiness may only bring regret. Not having what is desired Yet having so much immaterial wealth, Sentimentally being priceless, Therefore a freedom to be happy And in turn a happiness to be free, Careless about possessions, To save the caring for others, Loving what is already had, Permeating the air with ardor, Which in t

Infected keloids on the fissures of my unconscious, Where my psyche is whacked, I'm a pessimist in denial. Thinking can never end when you hate the thoughts being thinked. Waking angry from each unconscious vision of that smile, Feeling falsely agreeable to alleviate the pain. I am disagreeable to those who disagree, I am more disagreeable to those who do agree, The minority majority scandalous authority. Who am I to say nay to such a social conformity, Who are they to say nay to my unipolar soapbox. With disdain and this pain, i drown in a pool of dolls. They terrorize, hypnotize, mesmerize, seduce and deceive, Like barbarians on

Meek personality, caring disposition, Self hate based on the realization That hating others can not come easily Or even be felt at all. Not knowing whether people are who they were Or if they have become something else Besides their acting of a first impression. Does kindness become a lie in all situations Or is kindness just disguised as pity or guilt Or perhaps feigned Only so each of us can feel better about ourselves Until we are sick of caring for one another, Thus ending in the temperament of not caring what happens And not wanting to communicate with others. How often do we all confuse emotions for opposing feelings, Or

A violent mind and a caring heart, A single being split two worlds apart. Trickling blood wells in his eyes, Like dry cracked mud beneath all their lies. A disguise for despair with a gleeful facade. A visage of happiness, anomolously odd. Oddities designed with worlds demise in mind, Finding the time to take time as it though is blind, Spilling entrails for the trod over again and again, Misunderstanding how and why the end has not began, Generating a genisis of a revelation of revolution, A revolution of rebellion against the hating solution, A solute of pain and anger, ill thought and contempt, Which everyone belongs and few a