Enlighten me, my thoughts
I break down in equation.
Impatient my indecision's.
I need some self-persuasion.
Invasion of opinions
enhance this opposition.
"Just Listen" my precision
in attempt to share my vision.
Maybe I was wrong as
I was under the impression.
An artist didn't need permission
for creation or expression.
Daydreams may be fantasy
memories exaggerate elaborately.
In my mind, I find not certainty.
reflecting on what's wrong with me.
They see, and now I know they see
indecision accumulation behind those eyes.
Simple imperfection's cause me
such deep disappointed sighs.
What it all implies
is something less than apathy.
But I don't want to understand
or try to fake some kinda sympathy.
How do I describe with words...?
In laments, I don't care.
I wish we would stop waiting
for our options to be fair.
Your despair, and your demise.
be it written on your face?
spending your whole life with
such expressionless disgrace.
I complain of my consistent thoughts
and the battle in my head.
Going over what is right
compared with what I might have said.
Frustrated by my actions
which I've over analyzed.
How could I really understand
when everybody lies.
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Can you feel that hate?
I would embrace that trait.
WAIT!
Instead just wait.
this rage, it dissipates...
My rage and I incinerate
lying dormant til' I reawake.
this hate...
all this hate
it becomes my mental state.
I know you can relate
because it's something we create.
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Bury it and hold it in
hide it somewhere deep inside.
Staging this life-like character
with confidence and pride.
They underline mistakes
and they undermine our passion.
To remind us individuality
is not internally in fashion.
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What they just expect
is not what I expect of me.
Invasions of opinionation
always lack equality.
This country derived on false ideals
pretentious pointing pricks.
On the path to sanity
we turn to lunatics.
As we become deluded
what's illuded, what's in tact
using television to detour
us from the facts.
Author notes
When I refer to turning to lunatics. I'm referring to such people as shrinks, doctors, lawyers, and parents. I for one am very critical of my poetry. Like most I'm sure. I really liked this one. It's complete and worth reading if you ever feel overwhelmed or frustrated.
Please tell me what you think
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Quit while You Are A Head.
Kinda just kidding. But the first stanza is just completly amazing...and what follows is ho hum. I don't know. I'm kind of a minimalist. I think you pretty much said it all in the first stanza. Sometimes less is more, right? I'm not like a 3 line Haiku fascist or anything, but still, if the inspiration falters after the first verse, why go on? A lot of times it is like that, the MUSE hits you, it comes quick, and then you sit there beating it to death.
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Good Stuff
Hey, I liked your poem; isn't it fun to listen to someone preach to you how what they are saying is right and that they know what they saying is has been proven true. I wonder how crushed they are when they find out they were completely wrong. Like these people that came out on the news and spread that bull that 99% of everybody repeated about how drinking soft drinks and sodas actually dehydrated the body. I knew that was crap because you still had to pee when you drank them; but when those pundits came out and said that (research probably paid for by bottled water companies) everyone and their little dog believed it. Finally, not long ago, it was revealed that pop didn't dehydrate the body, but that news came out in a very low profile way (LOL). Ok, I guess I've now done some ranting myself; but your poem hopefully should also open up other people's minds to about how their freedom can actually be TALKED away from them if they believe everything they hear, and don't make a sound.
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Bril*
I feel the same way. I am DAMN BLOODY FRUSTRATED. And I really liked,
"this rage, it dissipates...
My rage and I incinerate
lying dormant til' I reawake."
You just wait for that anger to manifest again and again. It's so hard to be neutral. To just turn off your mind and sit.
I really liked it.. Keep writing!
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I can understand the sentiment...and you portrayed it very well. I usually don't care for very long poetry because it doesn't hold my attention, but yours was very good. Thanks for sharing and keep writing!
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Damn! This is exactly how I feel right now! I am so frustrated with all that is around me. Society, people, my poetry, my sickness, even my damn cat!
You wrote this so well! It was worth the length and the time reading it. I wondered if there was someone as frustrated with life as me. Well, I guess your words are my answer.
I'm rather picky about my poetry, but others are pickier, and that frustrates me too. Makes me want to give up, but I just cannot do that. The frustration keeps me going.
Great write, and I do so relate!!
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Thank You
I think out of all the others who clicked it today your the only one who read it, and that means alot to me. So now its my turn.
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Perfect!
I like this poem so much, I think I'm going to copy it into my journal. (And credit it to your name, of course). Not only is this poem perfect, but I read it at the perfect time.
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"Maybe I was wrong as
I was under the impression.
An artist didn't need permission
for creation or expression."
You're not wrong. Cat had some very good thoughts to offer you, too; silence can be a solace at times when noise becomes deafening. Of course you're critical of your writing; as artists, we are nearly always our own best & worst judges. Forgiving of everyone but ourselves. It's normal, unfortunately. 
A good rage, a healthy rant. Like I told you before, it's kept holes out of my walls for years. Don't give up on your writing; it will help to keep you sane. Thank you for your words on my page; I understand. Carry on, Poet. Your voice is necessary for the music to be complete. Wanda
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Silence can be deafening can't it?
I learned that myself last year.
When your mind is in a dark place and you feel no one is listening? Silence can be such a monster.
Then one day you take a step back and realise that sometimes it can be your friend. There is no ugly in silence. It can allow you to see clear truths about yourselves and others around you.
Remember that okay? Sometimes silence can be your best friend. For there you can really learn about yourself. I promise.
I loved the tone of this. The anger, the spit I could just about see coming out of someones mouth in my eye I could see someone gripping their fingers so tight, they were bleached white.
I love HONEST EMOTION.
Don't stop.
Keep being honest to yourself.
Blessings,
Mystical
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