Tag: self

Gray Area

I’m hoping my intuition will tell me if I got it wrong or right.

My faith is broken.

My heart is hardened,

I find myself unable to pardon a soul for even the tiniest of sins.

I’m a hypocrite because I need my own wrongdoings wiped away.

“How ironic,” The devil whispers in my ear, pure amusement in his tone.

-N

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A Bit…

I was in the slums.

Mentally drained and felt no relief.

I tried valiantly to free myself.

But my soul and body were warring with one another,

causing a discord within me.

I would smile then scream,

Become reflective and deprecating.

I just,

I need a lil’ bit of-

I need this fog to clear.

This block in my eye.

keeps preventing me from the fly.

Confused at my own thoughts.

Yeah.

Night Screens….Une pensée explicite pour vous…

I shouldn’t click but I do.

It’s late,

I can’t keep my thoughts straight.

A song comes on the radio.

I feel that I should go.

Mon esprit me dit toujours non.

You are a drug.

I swear I’ll never go back.

Just one more time.

But then I see your name,

and it’s like a sign.

Times, minds, drawn.

Fate sealed.

I can barely get my thoughts out tonight.

Because what’s promised is more delight.

Is it selfish?

To want to feel this for only me?

To not care about you,

To not care about what anyone else feels.

I want to take,

I never got to before.

I’ve always given,

Put myself on the back burner.

No more.

Not I.

Not again.

I tell you the rules.

Instead of being bothered,

You only smirk.

Glance my way,

And take off your pants.

Draped across the bed,

You tell me to take what’s mine.

We’ve got nothing but time, is what you said.

I have your pleasure,

But only if you take mine.

This has never happened to me before…

-NR

 

Où Ai-Je L’esprit

I am my own worst enemy.

I am the problem that keeps getting in the way.

People love to blame another.

They love to think of something,

That made them go asunder.

The evil that lies within the earth.

The negative down under.

What if it was just us?

What if we held ourselves back?

What if I am the invisible line that I cannot cross?

-N

A Vise Like Grip

Night falls, and she feels awakened.
The goddess yawns and stretches.
The start of her day is here.

She looks for the weak,
The innocent minded,
The mentally insane.
Those are her comrades for the night.

She breathes in the fresh piss-scented air.
She laughs joyously upon hearing the sounds
Of debauchery, and whispered dares.

“Je veux baiser!” she yells through the alleyways.
“Je veux le chaos!” she screams to anyone who will listen.

She cried for an angel,
But received a demon.
And for that she will have her vengeance.

-N