Disjoint Wisdom

Poetry

  • Encrusted – I think I find myself not examining my inner demons. Lately. A reminder was sent of the time When my evil simmered so close to the surface It was a wonder my facade held on So well. But those day have passed. And my emotions have tempered My life has settled Happiness has come And […]
  • Just this – We wake to the presence Of our souls breathing In harmony with one another. You run your finger Along the side of my thigh Right where it lies Nestled next to yours. Smiling contentedly You yield to the needs of your body, Plump up your pillow – And drift away again. I lay there, Watching […]
  • Retreating into the non-dark – My brain is numb From lack of ideas And an unwillingness To change this state. I wish to revert To a cocoon – Not out of any fear of the outside – But just because. I was afraid to voice this – I was afraid to feel this way Worried That it was a remnant […]
  • Don’t Threaten Us – We do not owe them A single fucking thing. Not a word Or a conversation Or a reason. We are free beings With the right And ability To chose How we conduct our lives. EVERY aspect of our lives. Do NOT threaten us. Because if we decide That we have had enough. The beast within […]
  • my new normal – I do not need The light outside To light me from within. My soul has found its own joy and I feel lifted now. Sometimes I glance back and see shadows of the life that I used to belong to the tentacles that used to entwine me within their dark and suffocating grip reach out […]
  • The Trickle of My Thoughts – My thoughts trickle One by one And make their way down The side of my emotions Forming a puddle In the crick of my neck; In the hollow of my soul. Negativity Is not a state of being – But a state of emotion A lens That covers reality Absorbing light Letting out only the […]
  • Winter Solice – Sleek polished windows Behind a dazzling array Of winter trees. Frozen water of the lake Rippled into place By winters gentle touch. Peace of sitting within a warm cocoon Gazing upon the world without Emptiness of thought Without soul-numbing grief. The motions of others Are their own They are not for me to contemplate I […]
  • Tales of an Econ Class – The pain The drain of my simple brain. The older me Would whither in shame But now and Here I do not care. I wonder back At the decision made To enter this obtuse and Hellish cave As here and now I sit and type My eyes wander To the suffering site As ink is […]
  • Her Story – She stared up into the void created by the spiraling staircase. So many more stories to go – Each story an adventure unto itself. What did the maid find when she opened the door to room 234? What fell out of his pocket as he dashed from room 511, seconds before her husband stepped onto […]
  • Within This Room, Time Has Stopped – I sit here In a room full of souls Each lost in their own Personal Thoughts. Feigned enthusiasm Redundant questions Apathetic listening It seems as though Each one of these souls Are engulfed In a miasma Of negative energy And the sum total Of the glum and dark black only serves To provide Fodder for […]