CONS
18-04-08, 12:54
I lost 22 pounds in 5 weeks and within 40 minutes i wrote 2 poems to express my anger and frustration.
CRIMSON TEARS
Bitter twisted remorseless anger consumes me,
No empathy or apathy has substantial meaning,
Not a real reason for being, existing not living,
Breathing taken for granted fuelling the emotions,
Self consumption, deterioration of the soul’s core,
The point of no return crossed just to hit a brick wall,
How the sick will fall claiming to be sick of it all,
Pride battles weakness, an ever decreasing circle,
Heart beats, stops, jumps at its own momentum,
Self-respect the holy grail with a love thy self chaser,
So caught in grey matter, does the grey matter?
Loneliness the bitch that people say life is,
So many cycles, reminders, binding to tie us,
Creative essence consumed by durative arduous lessons,
Boredom, the wasting mind lacks deeper perception,
Lack of control to alter and delete equals lack of correction.
The minds eye closes, alone to face this solidarity,
Full aftershave bottles with false hope of promiscuity,
So many good intentions that’s harder to swallow myself,
Well if all else fails at least you’ve got your…… health?
Smoking without enjoyment, everything seems same same,
Ironic when the only thing certain in life is change,
The inner-self outcast, social misfit that misses what it fits,
Fire in my heart doused, spark sparked out, what now?
Overactive thinking, overactive drinking, so passive I’m sinking,
Afraid of something I can’t explain nor change, pocket full of change,
Slave to time, maybe I’m wasting mine or taking my time,
Self-projection of my image makes me grimace to mention,
The problem solver, insolvent by problems,
Rapid weight loss, which gate to cross? Gathering moss,
Useless? Maybe, Confucius save me, self conclusions, crazy,
My whims, my fears, stayed in for years, my crimson tears.
CRIMSON TEARS
Bitter twisted remorseless anger consumes me,
No empathy or apathy has substantial meaning,
Not a real reason for being, existing not living,
Breathing taken for granted fuelling the emotions,
Self consumption, deterioration of the soul’s core,
The point of no return crossed just to hit a brick wall,
How the sick will fall claiming to be sick of it all,
Pride battles weakness, an ever decreasing circle,
Heart beats, stops, jumps at its own momentum,
Self-respect the holy grail with a love thy self chaser,
So caught in grey matter, does the grey matter?
Loneliness the bitch that people say life is,
So many cycles, reminders, binding to tie us,
Creative essence consumed by durative arduous lessons,
Boredom, the wasting mind lacks deeper perception,
Lack of control to alter and delete equals lack of correction.
The minds eye closes, alone to face this solidarity,
Full aftershave bottles with false hope of promiscuity,
So many good intentions that’s harder to swallow myself,
Well if all else fails at least you’ve got your…… health?
Smoking without enjoyment, everything seems same same,
Ironic when the only thing certain in life is change,
The inner-self outcast, social misfit that misses what it fits,
Fire in my heart doused, spark sparked out, what now?
Overactive thinking, overactive drinking, so passive I’m sinking,
Afraid of something I can’t explain nor change, pocket full of change,
Slave to time, maybe I’m wasting mine or taking my time,
Self-projection of my image makes me grimace to mention,
The problem solver, insolvent by problems,
Rapid weight loss, which gate to cross? Gathering moss,
Useless? Maybe, Confucius save me, self conclusions, crazy,
My whims, my fears, stayed in for years, my crimson tears.