•ρ• PoemCursed

I am cursed to ever more
write these poems.

•ρ• Hunger

What shall I write?

•ρ• Urge

I need:
                someone,
                something

•ρ• Cracked

Seems as if my
seamless insanity
is growing again.
She’s driving me further
over the cliff’s edge
with her warmth and random care.
The end is near:
I can bear this burden
no more I fear…

•ρ• Care?

Look into my eyes…
What do you see?
Can you feel what I feel?
Do you know my pain?
Can you sense my need?

•ρ• Breakdown!

I shake inside,
my reality shattered

•ρ• Surrender

My words seem useless in this sad, sad world.
My tears are wasted it seems more and more each day.

•ρ• MEanIng

To touch the clouds with my fingertips…
To press my tongue against your soft, sweet lips…
I live for such tranquil moments…

•ρ• Growing

Hatred and harsh anxiety fill my core
As I cling to this cold, rough pillar in my mind’s eye.

•ρ• Zoundz

Sigh and moan
Grump and groan
That’s the way life goes…

•ρ• Defiance

Why should I have to swallow my sorrow?
Why should I need to run away from
All my dreams?

•ρ• Penny Memories

Image by John Linwood via Flickr

My pocket holds within
a penny engraved each with a year
since the time of my birth.
Pulling one out,
I gaze at the date and
My mind is flooded with memories…
Memories of that year…

•ρ• Dead Time

Mystery of silence
No one around
Nothing going down
or up…

•ρ• Sour Notes

Sentimental situations
Sever my mind from the mythos of reality
and the ever-present abnormality of sanity.
This is my life as it has always been.

•ρ• Boomerang

Stretch the boundaries of my existence.
See how far I can really go…
How much can I get away with and
How many times life and all those sentimentalities
Thrust me back to the center of my soul,
where all is chaos and confusion and
I am always alone.

•ρ• SlopeS

Time…
It is a mountain I have to climb…
My life has already passed its peak,
Or at least it seems that way sometimes…
I am heading down again
Or maybe the face I have begun to climb
Is filled with the nearly bottomless pit
of reality.

•ρ• Puke?

My breath is so fowl,
It’d make even a dog howl.

•ρ• Eerie

I am very weary
My eyes are slightly teary
And life is plainly dreary

•ρ• Ice

It is my job to smile at you.
I must do my best to welcome you
with open arms and happy face, “Hi!”

•ρ• Murphy

Murphy’s law has hit me:
a brick wall toppling over,
tumbling midair, twisting and twirling
as it descends with slow-motion carelessness
in yet another attempt to crush
the life from my accursed shell of a body.