Mitigative Speech

Mitigative Speech: a less severe, serious, or painful expression of thoughts and feelings by articulate sounds

Saturday, August 13, 2011

On Going

It's just never ending the signs of myself ending. The ending of the world. The ending of families. The breaking of myself and others. I don't know how I feel but I just woke up and the world exploded. My family and friends exploded on me. I'm sorry Subway, but I just had to get some cookies. Please forgive me for taking them (even though I worked prior that morning). I hate everything and everyone. Goodnight.\



Worn and Torn

Outspoken annoyance
overwhelms me
as I listen to the
whispers of the
sounds that come out
of the mouths of
the flesh and blood.

The petty words
that touch ears
go buzz buzz.
Ouch.

Hands reach
for the sides
but the sounds
echo,
echo,
echo.


"I've tried to warn you"
says a man who knows.
"Warn you about the
inconsiderable humans
of this world."


Of course,
I did not listen.
Now look at me.

Oh, people. Com'on.


Seriously?

I am surrounded by endless shit
and I can't move.




My Love

My love for you
was faulty.
Like the seasons
changing,
there was movement
elsewhere.

My love for you
has died tonight
like winter
destroys roses.

In all confidence,
I hope spring rises again.


Friday, August 12, 2011

I find

myself thinking
of you alone.

I was trying to
write this poem
to express my love

but now
I am just writing
because I have
no more love
to express.

I am an empty shell.
I tried everything,
but anger is an issue,
I guess..





Today, I tried giving a present to someone. They called me materialistic. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I felt... confused, bothered, like I was doing something wrong by giving a present to a friend... or maybe I just felt angry because it didn't turn out the way I wanted. However, now I am depressed. Now, I am alone. And crying. I hate this. I really do. Ending would the best of all right now. I don't know what to do anymore.....


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Movie Recommendation


Shadows & Lies. This movie was quite interesting. The plot and the drama was thrilling. If you like dramatic taumatic movies, I'd recommend. Anyway, Franco's persona was brilliant. Please watch, if you have the time, that is.





Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Besides me

The feelings of
leaving behind broken pieces
of empty glass cases
of purity.

Never thought
of being left behind
but besides me,
I am okay.

Beside me,
stay with me.
Lay down beside me,
but besides me.

Not thinking twice,
never ending days.
Actually, I never thought
I would think twice.

The shadows are overwhelming.
I see them on your face.
Besides me,
I am okay.

I never thought.









Monday, August 8, 2011

The Beauty of It All















Your lips, nose
Your chin to your neck
are the waves of a
humming bird flapping its wings.














Your soft lips give me
a sense of humidity
as they gently push together
on my soft skin













As hands move down farther,
they suddenly recal a dent in the skin.
The collar bone.













The bone which connects
the neck and the intelligence,
the reasoning I cannot comprehend.















The beauty,
Everything.
You are the most pleasant of them all.
Your reasoning is cold to the touch,
but your soft skin
cannot reduce my
compulsion to touch you.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Left and Right

The left and right brain
have no connection.
It's uses are useless,
stolen from the right side.

The right side is used most often.
It creates a sense of...
everything.

Connecting the two would be chaotic.
That mind blowing experience
would be stimulating.
A sense of ecstasy.

I can feel it coming.
Breathing harder and harder.
Pushing, pulling.
Living.

Body pulsing,
Hands trembling.
Ready for the excitement?


Not at all.
The sense of melancholic has been exposed
because of the connection between the two.
There is neither here nor there.

Once again,
I am back at the beginning.







Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Understanding

I just don't understand.
Am I just a selfish person as well?
A needle in a haystack?
I want to break loose,
but that was the way I was raised,
I guess.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to get mad.


There I go again saying sorry again.
How come it is always me being the bad guy?



Monday, August 1, 2011

Just a thought

I just need a break from my mind. It holds too much. However, even if i utter phrases, no response is given. All that is left is emptiness because of the way us, as humans, were raised; selfish, ignorant, naive. Nothing comes of this statement.




I just

explained myself
and got no response.


I am left with emptiness.