Mental Dysplasia in Poetry
- Oct. 27, 2018, 11:13 p.m.
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- Public
Every night I look at the sky
Noticing my astrological demise
The mirror of death
Reflects the stars
That choose to scar
I am trapped by what I believe
And it’s why I am not free
The gods envy what they see
For humanity holds
The mortal moments
They can never seize
Yet we cannot perceive
The prognostication of what is to be
As we struggle
And become the antithesis of creation
Drowning as we try to figure out
Our fascination
Truth has not ever set anyone free
For fear
Will kill your mind
One thought at a time
Or
Liberate the madness
The noise you listened to
All your dying years
History is written on the dirt
And water of the Earth
For I see everything
That is just over the horizon
I want to be the revolution
And renaissance of the mind
Manumitting humanity
From the enslaved epidemic of belief
Then I will disappear
As if I was never here
DevilishlyInnocent ⋅ October 28, 2018
This made me ugly sob. So hard.
Raphael Tiriel DevilishlyInnocent ⋅ November 02, 2018
I'm sorry, why did it?
DevilishlyInnocent Raphael Tiriel ⋅ November 02, 2018
It made me think of how I fight to make a small difference but when I go, its basically nothing.
Just made me sob. But in a good way.
Raphael Tiriel DevilishlyInnocent ⋅ November 26, 2018
Look at it from another perspective--Life is not what you do physically on this Earth; life is what you do spiritually for yourself and others. Most importantly it is about coming together and separating each other.