Ok so that's not exactly the word I'm looking to use here....
Very few know that I used to be really into poetry. It was one of my strongest coping skills during times of struggle. After hearing the lecture this past Friday in CPL I decided to bust out my poetry notebook and sift through it for awhile....I actually found some I really liked. I forgot how much I loved writing poetry. So anyways, I thought I'd take a few and post them on here for no particular reason. These ones just kinda stuck out to me as pretty decent or easy to connect with right now. Don't read into them too much everyone....I know how analytical some of you sneaky fellow grad students are. I tend to write poetry during emotional extremes, and I am quite obviously a huge emo....I think that's pretty evident here. Enjoy my dark side :)
Very few know that I used to be really into poetry. It was one of my strongest coping skills during times of struggle. After hearing the lecture this past Friday in CPL I decided to bust out my poetry notebook and sift through it for awhile....I actually found some I really liked. I forgot how much I loved writing poetry. So anyways, I thought I'd take a few and post them on here for no particular reason. These ones just kinda stuck out to me as pretty decent or easy to connect with right now. Don't read into them too much everyone....I know how analytical some of you sneaky fellow grad students are. I tend to write poetry during emotional extremes, and I am quite obviously a huge emo....I think that's pretty evident here. Enjoy my dark side :)
Light of Rebirth in Springtime
with traces of its roots
missing it clings to life
exposed to the harsh
elements no one knows
what will come of it.
interweaved with the
frigid metal it struggles
to stay alive blowing
about in the wind
no one tends to it.
bare of flowers
it starts to lose
strength crinkled brown
leaves are all that remain
no one cares if
it survives.
Life throws at us things worth fighting for and
Spring Breeds New Beginnings.
A Lenten Prayer
A recent heart and dagger
with the inhabitants of my crooked head
exposed the enemy's undeniable knack
for leading me astray.
My greatest weakness is their perfected skill,
crafted to welcome my somewhat lyrical demise.
Lies caked with evil
are whispered quietly on continuous loop.
Eager ears cling to the demonic absolution
weighing down my cranium with
uncounterable self-destructing thoughts.
Lucifer's minions fester and take root
gnawing through the soul strings of my maker.
The sufferings rationale will come in perfected timing,
cornered, I must fixate my heart upon my maker's voice
and pray for uncertain salvation.
Typical Emo Slut
your previous disregard of etiquette
is comprehensible given your
current superfluous
state in the cosmos.
your legerdemain deceives
few and your
pathetic incapacity is
a sham. breathe in
heavily the ashes of
those that expired before you,
waste away and unite
with their remains.
vanish into the depths of
oblivion where your tears
are silenced by
the transgressor.
lay with him in your circumvent
glory for eternity.
maybe this time he won't slay you.... 
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