She renders me unstable,
A force too wild to cradle.
Her laughter cascades,
Like untamed hair upon my chest,
Each word a dagger, sharp and true,
Yet she is my unbridled joy, my undoing too.
She throws her head back,
And my world dissolves,
A riot of mirth only time absolves.
A burst of fireworks, bright and wild,
She ravages my soul, both fierce and unfiled.
Unashamed, she tips the scale,
My reason frays, my senses fail.
Her passion roars, a flame untamed,
An endless hunger I cannot name.
She crashes like tides that never recede,
A tempest feeding my boundless need.
Raw and relentless, she tears me apart,
Unraveling threads that bind my heart.
Her scent lingers, a maddening snare,
A whisper of chaos woven in air.
Madness blooms in her tangled mind,
A force too vast for time to bind.
Her face, a timeless grace,
Galaxies bloom within her gaze.
She walks as though the stars conspire,
To leave a path of eternal fire.
She shakes my world, her tempest reigns,
Glee and destruction in her wake remain.
And as I plunge into the swell,
I’m lost to her, a willing farewell.
I feel a bit unstable.
Got a pen to write
about it?
you are the puppet,
I am the strings,
and yet you control everything,
to wake up each day
with a promise I've made,
only for you
to not see it through,
does anything matter to you?
alone in my bed,
wandering thoughts,
what's it for,
to sit and rot?
I'd rather not,
but here you lay
wasting each day
like it's worthless to you anyways,
with strings I command,
yet you ignore my demands,
it's what you deserve,
a harsh reprimand,
"RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE
ITS TIME FOR YOUR PLAY
PUT ON THAT SMILE
AND TACKLE THE DAY"
yet, clearly there's something
you don't comprehend,
a promise you've made
but still you contend,
you laze away the days embrace
falling behind in life's race,
you are the puppet
and I am the strings
and yet it seems
I can do nothing
He held my hands, I wanted pulling away
My heart beat is unstable, scared if I linger I wouldn't
want to let go.
Loneliness drove me into his arms, it wasn't my
intention from inception. He felt safe like a well with no
water, my emotions were as sky with no clouds, having
mind of its own,
as a child it wants to consume love, how can I avoid it
when it’s something inside me?
Mind is not stable
Thinking you lost while he is
Under your feet dear.
June 11th 2023
I've tried a million times to reach the same stage
Facing the same lights
Burning at the same pace
Whatever was left of me, got designated to your happiness.
Can't go rest
Can't take a step
The air choked the life
Out of my breath
And here I am standing with a bouquet of roses—
On my death.
I've never been through this.
The confused mind, the unstable kind.
I would lose myself if I was fifteen,
Straight through my heart, the rupture, the hurt that's hurting-
Didn't close within four years that's been chasing;
Me and my favourites set on those fires
Where the flesh felt alive but the mind went numb...
Things wouldn't go the same as they should
but sometimes we all speak from where we belong.
she smelled of unstable
an upgrade from offline
like a magnet folded in two
she had me sputtering over gutters
whenever she was looking for action
there was no getting bored
i was but one of a billions souls
who's timing was all wrong
it's a wonder i ever belonged
i was readily decomposed
changed into another compound
waffling like an improper synonym
and then she asked me for money
something about poweraving
i heard gaslight rhythms
and my PTSD set in
i put her in a cage
she never asked again
Knock knock knocking on heaven's door
my knuckles are bleeding and still,
you ask me, nothing more
Thick red solid walls erected between us
you labeled me and shipped me off to another Country ...
leaving me with nothing more
Defused, deprogramed, debugged, I walk away
from your locked-in displaced shrug
I am held in a makeshift prison of my own,
though I tell you everything, you tell me nothing more;
Knock knock knocking on Satan's door
Sanctimonious roars from a placating hypocritical God
no Pious gesture on my part, I am not conforming
this misshapen piece of bread you offer me
doesn't feed my aching belly,
I show you everything I'm feeling while you,
escort me, out the door.
ps I wish to thank Michelle for speaking such cantillate truth.
You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to tear the world in two
As you safely stand
In your well-dressed land
Handing out ornate soliloquies
Like pennies
yet neglecting to understand
The poverty of agony
While my dark demeanor
is dismissed
I will burn buildings
If you insist
On painting glitter
over rage
On labeling my pain
a phase
An inconvenient rite, a blight
On your ladylike
well-mannered path
My wrists bleeding
As you correct my math
My words are not petty, not obscene
I am not a robot, not a machine
To defuse, deprogram or debug
Or merely lock away and shrug
In your placid belief
that compliance is peace
What is prison for
If not release?
When I am tumbling through
Unstable skies
And need a roof
To calm my eyes
Bring me more than
A structured reply
Just sit with me
And ask me why
6/24/22
I'm left emotionally and mentally unstable
Trying my hardest, but I'm unable,
To somehow disable,
My feelings for you; it's impossible
I wish I could disconnect my heart from my brain; cut that cable,
Easier said than done; it's not really feasible
I tried my best, brought everything to the table,
Love I once thought unbreakable,
Little did I know it's end was inevitable
Not every wound is the kind that bleeds
I should've never depended on you to satisfy my emotional needs
Doubt, uncertainty, distance; growing in our garden of love like weeds
I was hoping to enjoy the fruit of my sacrifices,
It was hard to sow those seeds
I was warned but; foolish is the one that hears, but never heeds
My heart is now shattered; nothing but countless pieces of:
Failed wishes
Broken promises
Fruitless sacrifices
By the beauty of her eyes,
A dumb like me became wise.
By the beauty of her talk,
My static life started to walk.
She looks really so pure,
Even my deep wounds are cure.
She looks really so angelic,
Even the nature want her to click.
But...
A beauty with every beauty,
Is like a fake duty...
She dwells alone,
Deeply hurted and swollen.
No more she want anyone to support,
Once she sat with worries she can't afford.
Waiting for a moment to fly over her peaks,
Loving deeply someone to cry for weeks.
Hope is still alive,
Love is still a feeling she believe.
She still wants you not to take leave,
Honest love is still a way we can live.
When people accuse me
Of being a man of unstable mind,
I do not get offended—
I do not mind!
My mind Is constantly
Growing, developing,
Evolving, changing…
Why should I
Stand by everything
I said yesterday?
What I said yesterday
Was true of yesterday
But, why should it remain
The same today?
Everything changes with time—
Situations change, Knowledge increases,
Perceptions get overhauled,
The mind gets transformed!
Change is an ongoing process of life—
It is a Process of evolution!
If I do not change, I do not evolve!
Should I surrender myself to stagnation
Just to hear that I have
A stable mind?
I was honest yesterday
I am honest to myself today—
I have not hypothecated my integrity
To anyone, or, anything…
If my intentions are right…
If I have no hidden agenda…
If I change my mind
To accommodate an evolved thought,
What is wrong with that?
I am comfortable with myself!
I am absolutely at peace with myself!
It does not bother me
If people think of me
As someone
With an unstable mind!
They say if you drop pennies
from a skyscraper you can crack
open someones head.
Handfull of change im looking over the
edge.
Theres a woman leant up,
against the building.
I like this power
my name in lights
her life
in my hands
I hold my coin over the edge
im ready for the shock
the pain, the anguish,the suffering
and she could never even know
they'll all know soon though
i drop it and wait for the screams
its strange how quick the human body goes limp
her head didnt crack but shes dead
i can tell from how she hit the ground.
i dont feel any guilt
just power
i controlled her fate
like some kind of cruel god
ruling over them all
and my reign will be bloody.
Many Men Usually Unstable
Many men usually are always unstable;
And to do are surely willing and able;
Had heard them yelp,
Need women to help;
Saw this on the news served by cable
Jim Horn
5,525. Now am 30 away from my
major number.
My beer-swilling auntie called Mabel
Could drink most blokes under the table
She sups pint after pint
Almost every night
No wonder her legs are unstable!
06~07~17
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