Alone and inept. by Post-Dead-Apocalypse, literature
Literature
Alone and inept.
An hour has passed, the floors are now barren.
The crowds have dispersed, alone I now stand.
I fear i'll succumb for how can I withstand.
My fists are balled tight and the nights in my hands.
In just eight more hours the sun will impose,
his harsh sting will prick me like thorns of a rose.
I know i'll have earned it, of that I suppose,
a gift that keeps giving, a light for my woes.
Monotonous insets insist on inception,
of mundane routine within mundane routines.
How one can stay sane, is a mystery to me;
"Awake through the night", seems a little obscene!
Though solace I seek as I search here in depth,
I know that I'll settle, for second a
My heart is aching sadly.
My thoughts are numb and slow.
My movements are quite rigid.
My grieving starts to grow.
I do not want to leave you.
Our love was pure and strong,
But how will it's strength fair
When I'll be gone for oh so long.
I do not want to do this,
To end things where they stand,
But I know we won't be able
To meet this life's demands.
So my love, please forgive me
For my souls eager ambition.
Maybe our fire can burn again
Once I have completed my mission.
The Doner 7/27/15
I've had a good life.
I have no regrets.
It's time for me to die.
What will be my legacy?
These are things I wonder.
How will I be remembered?
Who will mourn me?
Have I done enough?
Did I appreciate the air I breathe?
So I made a decision.
A choice of the heart.
When I die I will donate
parts of me.
Parts I hold dear.
If in the future I can be helpful
to someone who is without - that will
be my purpose.
My corneas, which helped me view beauty
and ugliness in this world.
I will give to someone who can't see.
Maybe they have been blind all their
life or maybe it's new and it kills them.
If I can give them a glimpse of w
Unnatural Disaster 3/19/15
There is a fault line in our relationship.
Like tectonic plates that shift -
the friction between us is palpable.
The tension builds until release
and the quake shakes us to our knees.
The aftershocks echo the worst and
the ripple effect has taken over.
And I don't know when we stopped caring.
Who's fault is it? Mine or yours?
I see the guilt in your glistening eyes.
I feel the pain caused by our lies.
We are powerless as this line
becomes a valley and we lack the
strength to build a bridge of forgiveness.
The fragile tether that holds us together
is frayed and decayed.
Erosion is a slow, gradual process.
O
Just An Irresponsible Child by Chrolune, literature
Literature
Just An Irresponsible Child
What do you think about me?
You act as if I'm just a child,
As if I'll be nothing in this world...
Answer honestly – who do you mistake me for?
Do you really think I'm an idiot?
I'm just doing what I know to do,
It's only what I've been taught.
Don't you remember who I am?
Do you remember what momma taught me?
She taught me to act dumb,
No one would expect any intelligence,
Did you really think I was that ignorant?
Come on, who do you think I am?
You seem to act like I'm nothing but a mistake,
Like I should just die off,
Do you think I don't belong in this world?
Answer me, tell me just what I am to you?
Just an irresponsible daught
“Hey, how are you doing?”
You really can't tell?
I'm hurting so badly,
I really wish I could cry...
Can't you see it in my eyes?
“I'm fine as always.”
“Would you lie to me?”
I'm lying right now...
Can't you notice that?
I'm always going to smile.
Don't you ever get suspicious?
“Haha, don't be silly. I'd tell you if something was wrong.”
“I'm really worried about you.”
I'm worried too,
I'm so scared,
and the darkness is pulling me in.
What do I do?
“I know... But you have no reason to worry about me.”
“I always have a reason... Er... Anyway, what are you goi
Everytime I look at the mirror
I'm supposed to see my face
Instead I feel this terror
Seeing "attributes of my race"
Do you know this feels?
They keep starring at me
"Germany, your new home?
Are you fuckin' kidding?!
Just go back to Chinatown!"
Never stop insulting me
Tell me what's the big deal?
I'm designed in the East
Raised in the West
Am I a westernised Easterner
Or an easternised Westerner?
Before you reply
Don't even try
cause...
Germany, a part of me?
Unfortunately, here
I'm just a minority
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