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.
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
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
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.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
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.
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