welcome back tis been a while

Hello and welcome to the third installment of my half life's poetry...it has been a while since ive been able to post anything i haven't been feeling up to it lol well here it is folks

leaving off from Entry:) 5

Entry:) 6 What has happened?

Reach into thy very being drawn and quartered emotionally outside eyes not seeing.

Pull thine organs strewn out on brains table, Such an act only committed through song and fable.

Hate not the reason thou hath done it.

It hath shown thy true purpose for corrupting ones self, Abortion of the mind, body and soul.

Do unto others, forget what others have done.

Crushing perseverence laid to rest.

Entry:) 7 Inadequate

Feeling inadequate now, Lower than kingdom animalia phylum can go. Menial suffering, social deprivation, Mind numbing cowardice. Belligerent facade with just a touch of narcissism, Self medicated automaton clinking, clanking forth without any oil. Deep breath pulled from hallow lungs, Deafening voices heard from trap psychosis. Bleeding emotion dry, Cuts deeper than blades can go, Sickening monstrous excuses drowning out full fledged reason. Creeping backwards losing sight, Malignant poison stricken hands twisted into abstract positions. Rigor mortis of the conscientiousness, Been dead for far too long. Text book mental yet sane enough to know. Rejected, misused felt proud but undeservingly, Pedestal of contrived lies freak, Addict, Intellectual, Angry, Sad, Disgusting, Heroic, nervous stupid forthright shallow.

Entry:) 8 REPRISAL

Tears stream down my unimpressed facade, Knowing what i have done to myself was my fault and should not go unpunished. Death will not come to alas, i have not the gall to carry out such an atrocious deed. Hence i shall be sad for the remainder of my days my body will allow me to posses.

Entry:) 9 We Know Not...

The light flickers off, The cold stone walls become reality. Reflections of nightmares cast upon the ceiling, Missed the funeral short video prayer, so much yet so little to say. Regrets? Many to be found. Man was not given the ability to theorize after his fall. Memories cease, blood flow halts and face goes pale never to express again. We know not the fate of our existence after we parish, perhaps it is why in our lives such unnecessary things we cherish, Newer yielding in our quest for knowledge, Turmoil and desire.

Entry:) 10 Waste

Lying face down in a pool of mental secretion, system shut down restart failed completion.

Entry:) 11 Tis A Dream Or A Nightmare?

Tis a dreadful nightmare man's never ending plight. Dost thou know of such a Quandary? Created in melding tanks and electrical foundry. Man not yet knows he is destined to destroy himself for we are too pigheaded boorish at best.

Entry:) 12 To No Avail

Ive cried and cried but to no avail, Creeping forth without any guidance no higher power i hail, My hands they ache from violent acts, suicide attempts relationships that never last. Smoldering life essence poured into a diabolical minuscule cast. Clawing my way from a self bored hole slow deterioration breaking down what's left of my soul. Eating me alive this slow writhing disease, callous ruptured malleable brains. I laugh at the concept of self love and confidence for my actions have not yet permitted me penance. Neurological trauma and serotonin let down are my existence.

Entry:) 13 Wait What?

This emotions flows like an immaculate river, Opening the flood gates of human feeling crashing into waves contracting and reeling. Benevolence oozes from loving pores.

Entry:) 14 What Is It?

What is it that drives a human to be disgustingly self loathing perpetual sadness?

Entry:) 15 Ocean Of Lost

I harbor these sickening thoughts like a port long forgotten amongst raging seas. Paralyzing waves crash upon the shores of death ridden malice wrung from degradation, Bleed forth diseased malevolence. Ship of lack lustered existence disappears in the distant shadows.

Entry:) 16 ORGANIC

Quivering mass of malleable shutdown brain tissue, Blackened coal lungs brittle skeletal structure far from the original issue. Crawling up quarantined intestinal tract melting phosphoric acid extracted from ruptured pancreas THE ANATOMY OF A DECAYING CORPSE I STAND BEFORE MYSELF BURIED.

thus concludes my half life's poetry excerpts i hope you enjoyed them as much as I, although many of them are downright depressing they have served me a great purpose in troubled times.

Hello! Thank you for reading the first post this is part two of my Life's Work

Hello and welcome to part two of My Life's Work i hope you enjoy it as much as i have throughout the years.

picking up from Entry 2.)

Entry 3) Title: Parabola, not from tool thank you!!

Cyclical kinetic energy flows in a specific path, This path of circuitry in which our energy travels can be broken but seldom removed. Such as losing a limb or a of part brain tissue.

The item in question may be missing but still feels as if it where there. Emotions are the exception to this rule for they are an effect within themselves, Separate from our trafficked

chain sitting atop the crown of moral ideation the very foundation of our interaction with the world, everyone and everything in it as well.

Entry 4) Title: Sustainance

As this mood drips and reverberates within the walls of a battered psyche,

creativity sprawls in a futile attempt to make sense of its surroundings,

Backwards and upside down the poetic equilibrium gently balances to form an even keel,

To kneel upon the effervescent tomb of the once beautifully talented,

Once a swirling disease filled cesspool of undeserving servants of time,

Glass caskets ping at the sound of malice echoing on deaf ears,

Cancer filled pharmaceuticals crammed down dry esophagus.

Entry 5) Title: Glows Softly

Why Dost thou condone such selfless destruction?

Thine eyes doth shine in the night aloft quivering darkness.

Thou shalt kneel when the betrayal comes to pass.

This deafening scream pierces the fog lit night hallowing this creature know as man and his terrible plight.

End

I had been in a precarious situation for as long as i remember and writing as such was a way to alleviate my inner stress, to be honest with you i never can recall when i began to write! i always seem to be in a miserable state of mind regardless of how my mood is or where i am at in life a very troubling demeanor for me to have at all times.

Hello again and Welcome this is a separate blog from the philosophical point of view

Greetings to all who wish to read this: I am the living ghost and have many things to share with all of you, I have been writing since i can remember and it has always been about the iconoclasts and malnutrition that i have suffered through in life, although be it only 23 years! i hope you enjoy this as much as I.

No amount of writing can save me from what is about to occur, Iv'e gotten my wish no further can i go, False disguises believed whole heartedly

Entry 1) Title: Under False Pretenses.

Liquid Malevolence pours from ravaged flesh feeding vultures of old.

Bleached rendered skeletal abortion subsidized in a world so cold.

Carrion insects feast upon their very demise, speechless maw disease catching flies.

Entry 2) Title: WASH

Malignance washes and cleanses my disgruntled demeanor.

This bubbling viscus fluid known as blood courses through my hardened veins.

Feeling alive now, though half dead from exhaustion.

I take a long hard look at the road ahead, creeping slowly, barely running.

oozing from open wounds unclosed by fear, weathered death lust coats my eyes.

Entry 3) Title: Deepen

Corrosion, deepening chasms of self destructive ideas.

Flood, overwhelming numbness filling voids wanting to differentiate self from droids.

Bleeding electrical impulses, sequestered malleable mass of brain matter striving to comply.

Broken synapses connected round rooms with square plugs causing reflux disease

involving drugs.

Running, into walls with no resolve arrested development nil chance to evolve.

Dirt cast over shadows of what used to be, lying in shallow graves thinking of me.

Tearing, Searing disgust traveling through life with hardly anyone to believe or trust, especially the opposite sex. Cutting, with imaginary tools frantically looking for answers finding nothing but dribbling fools BUY NOTHING FIND NOTHING

Okay well im not going to put all of my stuff up at once that would take forever!! but seriously thanks for reading, i am not a dark person at all i just had alot to say when i was growing up

And one last thing, these are all originals never have i ever copied or plagiarized