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Predisposed
To this mind's self-torture
My prerequisite
For a mental suicide
Preconditioned
For a slow deconstitution
My self-interaction
So ready to short-circuit
I'm prepared
My mind has been aligned
My bones can feel it
My hollow eyes shut down
The energy
The relentless shadows scream
The remote parts of mine
Turn me inside out
I offer myself
For a freedom perverted
To simply be complete
To simply cease to exist
Predisposed
To psychic mutilation
In blissful damnation
I watch myself disappear
To this mind's self-torture
My prerequisite
For a mental suicide
Preconditioned
For a slow deconstitution
My self-interaction
So ready to short-circuit
I'm prepared
My mind has been aligned
My bones can feel it
My hollow eyes shut down
The energy
The relentless shadows scream
The remote parts of mine
Turn me inside out
I offer myself
For a freedom perverted
To simply be complete
To simply cease to exist
Predisposed
To psychic mutilation
In blissful damnation
I watch myself disappear
Literature
Not Here
I cannot reach you
no matter how far
I stretch my heart
you escape my arms
and I grasp the nothing
of where you refuse
to be.
Literature
if you have ghosts (you have everything)
my hands were blue and so was i
and i had everything:
a christmas tree
a guitar tuned by humidity
a dark library underneath my pillow
and a voice whose words jerk, jut
and stab quietly into one another
so i may never understand;
it was two AM, dawn of a decade
and here a ghost has me motionless in 1933.
--
i never met my grandfather till today--
he dies in 1975
and in 2020 he is born
at the bottom of a drawer in the kitchen,
his coffin and crib:
he is swaddled in moth-eaten dishtowels by a nameless undertaker
(or perhaps an autophagic author himself);
his crib and coffin:
he is buried a lifetime
(deaf to my cacophonous lifetime et ceter
Literature
A Dream Never...
A thirsty soul derailed
A life wasted and failed
A dream never to be
A poor spirit, that's me
A mortal on this path
That's filled with woe and wrath
A dream never come true
These days I do so rue
And I want
And I need
And I wish
To proceed
I don't know
I don't care
If I get
Anywhere
A person lost all hope
They tried their best to cope
A dream never realized
Existence so despised
And I want...
A human that fell down
They greet the cold ground
A dream never grew wings
A puppet on life's strings
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Dug this one. The knowing act of losing yourself in emotional/mental compromise cuts deeply, but is sometimes unavoidable. Poetry choice-wise, I enjoyed the alliteration & repetition. Favorites: I think the 3rd & closing stanzas. The mispronunciation of "cease" worked for visual alliteration, but would probably be just as effective with correct spelling when read. Not sure if you were implying the literal meaning of "seize" for alternative effect. Enjoyed this one very much.