Yes doctor I'll take your test,
But don't take much time for I have a show to see you see
These problems creep along like tumbleweeds
Slouching through and moving on
Eventually,
All the while quietly,
Muddling my vision
From what I forgot to see you see
You're not much different than me,
The rock we stand upon weighs us just the same,
A spinning tale of our collective shame.
Another night exists,
For these stained pages to be gazed upon,
With wonder and anxiety of what we all should have seen you see.
You see...
You see...
I hope you see...
I may have gone insane,
A shattered cog
Another broken chain,
You remain sane,
Like nothi
The Freedom of Nothing by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
The Freedom of Nothing
I will disintegrate,
From the fingertip
Throughout.
Until I'm absorbed,
Splitting into
Absolution.
Shattering piecewise
Into fragments of light,
I am another constellation
That you perceive,
Accidentally.
When nothing remains,
I can't be buried.
Wandering within
The space around you,
I am there but unseen.
Felt forcefully
And pervading,
But entirely enigmatic.
Unrestrained,
Warmth floods through
My most cloudy days.
I am free.
Thinned out
Like the lines of a masterpiece,
Erased.
I will disintegrate,
From the fingertip
Throughout.
There's an eagle
Looking down,
At my body.
Checking to see
If I'm dead,
While I'm lying
Flat on my back.
Breathing softly
And thinking empty.
There's something wrong
With me,
Because I don't need.
Seeping under
A humid haze,
I keep my eyes closed.
Rumbling
Tumbling
Cars and feet,
Passing by
Nonchalantly,
While I lay
Distantly,
Trying to drift apart.
Don't ask me
If I am all right,
I'm right at home
Under my hovering
Eagle,
Questioning me
Just like you do.
Nonfatal Destinations by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Nonfatal Destinations
Hey there
Mister somewhere,
Where do you think
You'll be in a year?
Always churning deep
Inside,
You move along
Just as fast,
Out here.
Hey
Mister somewhere,
Travelling all alone.
No setting sun
To guide you,
Always losing
Control.
Giving way
To bittersweet winds,
I fall far
But I flew twice
As high,
No one could stop me.
Hey there
Mister somewhere,
I'm going to channels
Unknown,
Beyond your stagnant
Eyes,
Because I'm that man,
Outlining his own flaming
Roads.
Mister somewhere,
On his own.
That's all I'll ever be.
Destructive Recollection by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Destructive Recollection
Breaking to threads,
My gravity pours away.
An inverted star,
Couldn't be this hollow.
Drifting to the outskirts,
Thermodynamics run
Through me,
And I melt to drip together
Again.
Something inside of me,
Just likes to see,
Through the eyes of hundreds
Of shredded pieces.
Breaking to threads,
My gravity pours away.
An inverted star,
Couldn't be this hollow.
Going through the grinder
Once again.
Tearing apart my core
Again and again.
The molten currents quicken
Until I find the missing
Entity
That used to be me.
Breaking to threads,
My gravity pours away.
An inverted star,
Couldn't be this hollow.
Drifting Out of Time by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Drifting Out of Time
Sifting
Absent mindedly.
Vacant
In front of this landslide.
Rolling by,
Right across my face
And black eyes,
My momentum never stops.
So dismembered
And lost,
Rip my chest wide,
And relinquish me.
Being aware
Of how different I
Could be.
This curse,
Yells through my mind
All the time,
In my own disruptive voice.
My sun is almost dry,
And the towns are falling
Within
My troubled walls.
I won't vanish.
As I am forced to see
How I,
Can never fully reach.
So dismembered
And lost,
Rip my chest wide,
And relinquish me.
Sifting
Absent mindedly.
Vacant
In front of this landslide.
There's no way to know
How long my lamp
Will burn.
So rip my c
Forcing God
Through my lens,
I'm fixed upon the image
Of incarnation.
Looking above
And nowhere else.
We are bleeding but don't care,
Grounded within this tempting
Sanctuary.
Water, air, and wilderness
Rise beneath our feet.
Looking above
And nowhere else.
Forcing God,
Through my lens.
Our hill is getting slippery,
Overcrowded.
Someone must be tossed away,
Someone I do not know,
So I can
Look above
And nowhere else.
Forcing
My God,
My Creation,
Our only Way,
Under your skin
And on the screen.
Rammed through your lens
Until you cannot see anything
But my blackened outline.
Hollowed whole,
Drained and devoid,
So now crumbles
The ground ben
Disoriented Search by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Disoriented Search
I will penetrate
And come to understand,
Why I feel this way.
Seeing deep
In distance
With piss poor vision.
Entirely fixated,
On what the hell
Is out there.
The trees are tangling,
And the sky is torn open,
But I'm not certain.
I am never certain.
Easily twisted into
Damaging the sunshine.
Pathogenic indecision,
Steals stability,
And leaves behind
Decimated Islands.
I will penetrate
And come to understand,
Why I feel demented
And lead so astray.
Everyone's passed out
All the time,
While I'm still awake
Staring,
At three in the morning.
Walking around,
Believing you own
Something.
Inhaling too much carbon monoxide,
You drank all that mercury.
They own you.
Scratching the walls,
Out of insanity,
Out of insanity,
Repeat repeat
Repeat.
Do it all again
You junkies,
You numbskulls,
You programs
Empty husks
And billboard people
Spreading the illness.
Everyone's passed out
All the time,
While I'm still awake
Staring,
At three in the morning.
They own you.
Question everything.
Snap the manufactured fantasy,
And fix this hell.
Yes doctor I'll take your test,
But don't take much time for I have a show to see you see
These problems creep along like tumbleweeds
Slouching through and moving on
Eventually,
All the while quietly,
Muddling my vision
From what I forgot to see you see
You're not much different than me,
The rock we stand upon weighs us just the same,
A spinning tale of our collective shame.
Another night exists,
For these stained pages to be gazed upon,
With wonder and anxiety of what we all should have seen you see.
You see...
You see...
I hope you see...
I may have gone insane,
A shattered cog
Another broken chain,
You remain sane,
Like nothi
The Freedom of Nothing by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
The Freedom of Nothing
I will disintegrate,
From the fingertip
Throughout.
Until I'm absorbed,
Splitting into
Absolution.
Shattering piecewise
Into fragments of light,
I am another constellation
That you perceive,
Accidentally.
When nothing remains,
I can't be buried.
Wandering within
The space around you,
I am there but unseen.
Felt forcefully
And pervading,
But entirely enigmatic.
Unrestrained,
Warmth floods through
My most cloudy days.
I am free.
Thinned out
Like the lines of a masterpiece,
Erased.
I will disintegrate,
From the fingertip
Throughout.
There's an eagle
Looking down,
At my body.
Checking to see
If I'm dead,
While I'm lying
Flat on my back.
Breathing softly
And thinking empty.
There's something wrong
With me,
Because I don't need.
Seeping under
A humid haze,
I keep my eyes closed.
Rumbling
Tumbling
Cars and feet,
Passing by
Nonchalantly,
While I lay
Distantly,
Trying to drift apart.
Don't ask me
If I am all right,
I'm right at home
Under my hovering
Eagle,
Questioning me
Just like you do.
Nonfatal Destinations by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Nonfatal Destinations
Hey there
Mister somewhere,
Where do you think
You'll be in a year?
Always churning deep
Inside,
You move along
Just as fast,
Out here.
Hey
Mister somewhere,
Travelling all alone.
No setting sun
To guide you,
Always losing
Control.
Giving way
To bittersweet winds,
I fall far
But I flew twice
As high,
No one could stop me.
Hey there
Mister somewhere,
I'm going to channels
Unknown,
Beyond your stagnant
Eyes,
Because I'm that man,
Outlining his own flaming
Roads.
Mister somewhere,
On his own.
That's all I'll ever be.
Destructive Recollection by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Destructive Recollection
Breaking to threads,
My gravity pours away.
An inverted star,
Couldn't be this hollow.
Drifting to the outskirts,
Thermodynamics run
Through me,
And I melt to drip together
Again.
Something inside of me,
Just likes to see,
Through the eyes of hundreds
Of shredded pieces.
Breaking to threads,
My gravity pours away.
An inverted star,
Couldn't be this hollow.
Going through the grinder
Once again.
Tearing apart my core
Again and again.
The molten currents quicken
Until I find the missing
Entity
That used to be me.
Breaking to threads,
My gravity pours away.
An inverted star,
Couldn't be this hollow.
Drifting Out of Time by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Drifting Out of Time
Sifting
Absent mindedly.
Vacant
In front of this landslide.
Rolling by,
Right across my face
And black eyes,
My momentum never stops.
So dismembered
And lost,
Rip my chest wide,
And relinquish me.
Being aware
Of how different I
Could be.
This curse,
Yells through my mind
All the time,
In my own disruptive voice.
My sun is almost dry,
And the towns are falling
Within
My troubled walls.
I won't vanish.
As I am forced to see
How I,
Can never fully reach.
So dismembered
And lost,
Rip my chest wide,
And relinquish me.
Sifting
Absent mindedly.
Vacant
In front of this landslide.
There's no way to know
How long my lamp
Will burn.
So rip my c
Forcing God
Through my lens,
I'm fixed upon the image
Of incarnation.
Looking above
And nowhere else.
We are bleeding but don't care,
Grounded within this tempting
Sanctuary.
Water, air, and wilderness
Rise beneath our feet.
Looking above
And nowhere else.
Forcing God,
Through my lens.
Our hill is getting slippery,
Overcrowded.
Someone must be tossed away,
Someone I do not know,
So I can
Look above
And nowhere else.
Forcing
My God,
My Creation,
Our only Way,
Under your skin
And on the screen.
Rammed through your lens
Until you cannot see anything
But my blackened outline.
Hollowed whole,
Drained and devoid,
So now crumbles
The ground ben
Disoriented Search by chemical-thoughts, literature
Literature
Disoriented Search
I will penetrate
And come to understand,
Why I feel this way.
Seeing deep
In distance
With piss poor vision.
Entirely fixated,
On what the hell
Is out there.
The trees are tangling,
And the sky is torn open,
But I'm not certain.
I am never certain.
Easily twisted into
Damaging the sunshine.
Pathogenic indecision,
Steals stability,
And leaves behind
Decimated Islands.
I will penetrate
And come to understand,
Why I feel demented
And lead so astray.
Everyone's passed out
All the time,
While I'm still awake
Staring,
At three in the morning.
Walking around,
Believing you own
Something.
Inhaling too much carbon monoxide,
You drank all that mercury.
They own you.
Scratching the walls,
Out of insanity,
Out of insanity,
Repeat repeat
Repeat.
Do it all again
You junkies,
You numbskulls,
You programs
Empty husks
And billboard people
Spreading the illness.
Everyone's passed out
All the time,
While I'm still awake
Staring,
At three in the morning.
They own you.
Question everything.
Snap the manufactured fantasy,
And fix this hell.
Lounging
In the dying sun.
Yellow-jacket torpedoes,
Spiral down from the sky,
And swarm out of the walls
In perpetual sync
Like symmetrical divers.
They race after
My bare back.
Sharpened stinger
Quills full of ink,
Ready to inject
Directly into,
The thin protective
Wrap.
Boiling poison,
Entering these veins,
Lighting the heart aflame.
Disintegration
Returning balance,
From terrorizing heat to
Gentle warmth.
Dusty hair and ashy faced,
A wide-eyed child
Stares emptily.
Pupils engulfed the iris.
The small statue's gone.
The sun's fallen
Over the hill.
Obliterated is the world.
My body decayed
With the leaves.
Forcing God
Through my lens,
I'm fixed upon the image
Of incarnation.
Looking above
And nowhere else.
We are bleeding but don't care,
Grounded within this tempting
Sanctuary.
Water, air, and wilderness
Rise beneath our feet.
Looking above
And nowhere else.
Forcing God,
Through my lens.
Our hill is getting slippery,
Overcrowded.
Someone must be tossed away,
Someone I do not know,
So I can
Look above
And nowhere else.
Forcing
My God,
My Creation,
Our only Way,
Under your skin
And on the screen.
Rammed through your lens
Until you cannot see anything
But my blackened outline.
Hollowed whole,
Drained and devoid,
So now crumbles
The ground ben
Definition of a Writer by sandracaskey, literature
Literature
Definition of a Writer
writ•er
noun /rītər/
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone
Resilient and strong,
I am the stubborn
Stain on the wall.
Holding fast,
There's not much to do.
Instantaneous immersion
Therapy.
In a dome of fire,
The cinder and brick
Heat, crack
And break,
But still I remain
Upon the fallen rubble,
A stain.
What did I do?
To deserve
Eradication.
I will never leave you,
This chemistry inseparable.
To amputate me
Would blister you
Fragmented.
Resilient
And strong,
I am the stubborn stain
On you.
You wish me away
But still I remain,
Beneath your collapsed chest,
A friendly stain.
Beating your unconscious heart.
So what did I do?
Revive you.
I enjoy life and such. Writing is fun when it isnt killed by school papers. I enjoy having intellectual discussions on politics and many other issues large and small, but i would rather chill out and relax most of the time. Trying to be a singer in a band, am an aspiring poet, as well as a future entrepreneur in the small retail business :]. Oh and i love talking and meeting interesting people so tell me about yourself if you want and speak your mind about anything you think! :D
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Favourite Visual Artist
Leonardo da Vinci
Favourite Movies
too many to choose one! but zombieland is easily top 3
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
System of a Down/ Serj Tankian/ RHCP/Buckethead
Favourite Writers
T.S. Elliot for now
Favourite Games
Living
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
Pen, Paper, Mind, and Mic
Other Interests
writing lyrics and poems, hanging with friends, and just having a good ol' time :D
Felt like getting rid of the sight of that old journal.
Its summer weather so Ive been outside more and burning up a bit.
Got some more music today and found some new bands and some oldies I haven't heard of until now.
Good stuff.
Might write that 3pg paper today. Not much but its bullshit. Definitely doing the physics project tonight.
For now I procrastinate.
Ill be attempting to write something daily from this weekend on so I'm at day 2 successfully.
Well, I'm off.
Good day and good luck to my fellows!
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