Nonsense Fails in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
- Nov. 29, 2015, 11:03 p.m.
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“Nonsense Fails”
She screams into silhouettes,
Burns the incense on the desk,
And I find myself a mortal.
A mortal mess.
When she lingers,
Wanders,
To confess.
This minefield of a dream,
Burns the monsters she believes,
Culls the ancestors of her dreams,
And there’s a moment,
And it’s frozen,
Incomplete.
Tell me, angel, of your past.
Confess and promise,
You are far stronger,
Worth so much more than,
Than your last.
Yet I wander.
And I ponder.
How it is that you,
Repeat the same mistakes,
That permeate,
All your struggles,
All the memories,
Of tearing muscles.
God, this fucking struggle,
Without escape!
Woken abrupt,
Skies corrupt,
And the will is,
Fading fast.
I am,
Frozen awkward,
Moment paused,and,
You collapse.
Tell me, darling,
How is it I am,
Shocking truthful,
Yet so unproven,
Of the very principle,
I pronounce.
And you demand,
Words and actions,
Depicting the very,
Essence,
Of all I embody,
And swore to protect.
Speak to me softly,
How it is I am no longer,
The man you held
So awfully, close,
When your sight was,
So imperfectly perfect –
A heartful cataract.
Perhaps, angel,
I suggest to you,
That you swing strong,
And you love hard,
Because,
I am mortal,
With a flawed coil,
And my breath is,
As your mood shifts,
Fading at a clip,
So very awfully,
Fast.
You are no more celestial,
Than a worn, crafted vessel,
By a lost, terran soul,
In the form of,
An everyday,
Failing man.
Brian Milici
November 29, 2015
I dare you to ever encounter any man that is more forthright, transparent, and true to his word than I am. I may fall, I may fail, but I will always honor you as I do myself and my word. My mother raised a good man. She did at least that right.
Walk away and find better.
You will not.
Est Sularus oth Mithas.
My Honor is my life.
Deleted user ⋅ November 29, 2015
Tell me, darling,
How is it I am,
Shocking truthful,
Yet so unproven,
Of the very principle,
I pronounce.
And you demand,
Words and actions,
Depicting the very,
Essence,
Of all I embody,
And swore to protect.
This is the heart of your poem. The rest is fluff trying to find the point. Choppy words either indicate rapid speed or disjointed thoughts with disjointed emotions. Cute in to the heart of your message, write down all adjectives or images that arise and expand from that.
Poetry should be visceral. All senses. Or as many as you can manage our find appropriate.
Deleted user ⋅ November 29, 2015
Pardon the typos.
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
Always :D
Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
Hang in there..
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
I suspect neither of us knows how not to..
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
True
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
Game on, then, yes? :)
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
Game on
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
Feisty
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
I am that's why people love me and that's why I survive
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
Hm, lot of love then ya?
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
Actually not really, at least is not genuine, comes across more like pity rather than love
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
Pity? Of?
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
Honestly if you ask me I don't see anything that anyone should pity but I know certain people who think I go through too much and they always say isn't being in a wheelchair quite enough in itself? Why did she have to deal with all the other crap? My answer is I just don't know. I just take one day at a time and hope for the best.
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
Wheelchair?
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
Yep, . Does that weird you out?
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
No, should it? What's up
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
Laugh out loud not at all. I wish there were more people out there that don't look at me weird just because they find out I'm in a chair. I have something called cerebral palsy. It's a series of muscle problems, that causes stiff joints, uncontrollable muscle movements, in my case zero balance.
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ November 30, 2015
I have heard of cerebal palsy, though I have not actually had the opportunity to interact with anyone suffering from it. hugs you
It cannot be easy, darlin.
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ November 30, 2015
your funny, thanks for the hugs. Cerebral palsy is all I know, I've never known anything else it is my normal. What isn't easy about it is that people don't accept me for Who I am. They automatically think part of my disability is mental. I have no mental problems whatsoever in fact my IQ is above average. Besides that, people can't believe I have the same feelings desires and needs of others that quote unquote walk. People find out I have 3 kids and they look at me with astonishment. How does she do all of what she does from a wheelchair? Oh and my favorite is she can have sex. I mean what the fuck!
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ December 07, 2015
lol. So sex is just painful then? Yeah, the mental aspect would piss me off, too. I don't think of you in a wheelchair. That's just silly. You're a person.
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ December 07, 2015
No sexisn't painful for me at all..don't think about the extreme I am very soft and mild. The spankings are NOT what you are thinking. .
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LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ December 07, 2015
Ah, gotcha. That's good that it doesn't hamper you in any way. So the wheelchair isn't about pain but just difficulty balancing yourself? Spankings?! Whaaat? :)
Deleted user LoveSuicide ⋅ December 07, 2015
apparently I misunderstood what you were asking. nevermind about the other stuff.I totally thought you were talking about one of the survey questions.turns red totally embarrassing. smile
LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ December 07, 2015
Lol do explain Brie