Pretentious Poetry

I’m not sure any of this is actually any good, but it was a holdover from my Deviantart page, so I thought I’d post it anyway.  It’s all from about three years ago.

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Difficult to say what was once so easy,
Nails dig palms dripping my blood.
When I gave up on sight I betrayed every beauty;
But vision renewal sires the flood.

Five o’clock rarity, post contemplation;
The dialed bloc which kills regret. . .
Blinded by ambush, sincere invitation,
Speachless by your waylay step.

Baseless intention, psychotic submission;
Discrimination escapes.
Despite best intentions, ceasing remission
Of unrealistic dreamscapes.

But answer is secondary, for delay is thus:
Even if cowardice is true;
Though fantasy exists, when I think of us,
I’m still not sure about you.

The Derelect

In the solitude,
Memories of extasy remind me
The last confirmation of love
abandoned me;
As the wells have dried
And the rains won’t come,
Though the sun refuses to shine.

Former live’s lament
And the epic of insecurity
Within the restless knolls of the soul
confine me;
Decrees mind’s consumption
Wholly within the past
And freezes the passage of time.
Decrees mind’s consumption
Of words not yet said
And freezes the passage of time.

Unwavering eptitudes
Of moral instability
When decadence becomes a virtue.
And the angel God hath created
Changes form before my eyes
Into the demon I have become.

And so I cry to break the silence
And call upon the wise three
To drown my mind
To kill my thoughts
And render eternal sleep.

Sanctuary (Lyrics)

I’m kept trapped in my head
And I can’t get away.
The voices cause my hell
I live in a cliche.
Each night as I lay
Above, the one who sees
Hears my anguished pleas;
“Please take me to my peace!”

(chorus)
Now
Must I look in on me
I
Cannot, Cannot, Cannot
Try
To find my disease
Hide
Safer to let it be

Wastelands within my self
Deserts of sanity
“Then” retains presence
And brings me to my knees.
Molded by my hate,
Much as I strive to love,
Maintain my innocence
Yet execute the dove.

Chorus

My soul is falling
To the deepest part of me
Flashbacks are calling
To prepare me to see
What I have hidden from me

Outside, the world suffers
Through mediocrity
I’ve come to hate this world
That always hated me.
With their forced tension
Whenever I am free. . .
If they are my friends,
I love my enemy!

Now
As I look in on me
I
Cannot, Cannot, Cannot
Find
The secret to my peace
Hide
Inside for eternity

This is my sanctuary.