Poetry My Paranoia and I.

[Mugen.]

Just a small introduction before I post anything. I’m still fairly new to the site but I’ve been writing poetry since my sophomore year of high school. Though I’m not posting the entirety of my recent work, especially since I’m still working on it, I simply wanted to post some excerpts for possible feedback and reactions. Hope some of you kind souls find my work fascinating or somewhat amusing. I’ll probably update this thread frequently as I complete this specific piece. The stanzas are out of order by the way, hence why it might not flow as nicely as it should.


My Paranoia and I

Alone I lay, at the rising of three.
On the precipice of doubt – will I be free?
Amidst the pitter patter and the rumbling of the morrow,
A countenance of hope, or is it the sorrow?

Deriving from notions, one should forget;
Is there a remedy? For my illness beset.
Panging of the gut – does a creature reside?
Ignoring the pain because of my pride
With promises of famine and saltine lakes,
My disease comes accompanied with bellowing aches.
As turmoil pervades the corporeal senses,
Come and see, through my own lenses.

But my demons and I, they keep me company.
Whispering lies or perhaps blunt honesty.
Plucking at the sentiments, akin to the harp.
Connoting sentiments with a feeling so sharp –



p.s. pls don't steal my stuffs. ​

 

[Mugen.]

Finally, the complete first part of the poem is posted below. Personally I feel like the flow could use some work but it's decent enough to be posted. Just to offer context: I originally wrote this to accurately describe my paranoia within a failing relationship. My significant other was rather difficult to love and my past experiences with her, and others before her, often made me question whether I could trust my former lover's words among other things -- paranoia one would say. Part 2 will be posted at a later day once it's complete. Leave a like or some critique if you'd like.

My Paranoia and I

Alone I lay, at the rising of three.

On the precipice of doubt – will I be free?

Amidst the pitter patter and the rumbling of the morrow,

A countenance of hope, or is it the sorrow?


Deriving from notions, one should forget;

Is there a remedy? For my illness beset.

Panging of the gut – does a creature reside?

Ignoring the pain because of one’s pride.

With promises of famine and saltine lakes,

My disease comes accompanied with bellowing aches.

As turmoil pervades the corporeal senses,

Come and see, through my own lenses.


For akin to a star and its looming spheres,

It’s always there -- can you see my fears?

Here in this solace, I think of thee.

Afraid of the unknown, yet I do not flee.


But my demons and I, they keep me company.

Whispering lies or perhaps blunt honesty.

Plucking at the sentiments, akin to the harp.

Connoting emotions with feelings so sharp,

That breathing and logic are rendered senseless.

And at the moon's shining, I've become quite restless.



Often questioning that of unknown.

For sentiments I am unable to disown.


Yet I wonder and plead.

For I unable to concede:

Does she love me?

Does she love me?


Part 2 Coming Soon.​

 

[sorcier]

Your words, they hurt. Post more. You're great.​

 

[Mugen.]

Part 2.

The finally piece of this poem is posted below. Most of what's written in this entire thread, started back in March but I couldn't find myself to finish until these past few weeks. Personally I feel as if my flow is off but it's something that can be fixed in due time -- I flow better when I'm drinking for some reason. Haha. Overall, I'm content with it. I plan on posting another poem before the week ends, most likely around Friday in another thread, but I hope everything enjoys this piece. Don't be afraid to ask questions! Lastly, Enjoy.

My Paranoia and I.

“Foolish art thou, embracing a dream long gone.
Devoid of foundation, do you believe you’re the one?
The plight of the pilfered, you’ve become like the others.
Submerged in the abyss while she is anothers --
Inquisitive soul, don’t stop, do gander --
Concocting reasons, for us to slander...”

My demons and I, please agree.
For there is nowhere else I can flee.
Does she love me?
Does she love me?

“We were correct the first, the second, and the third.
Will there be a fourth a fifth -- or will you learn?
Scars do seldom fade but do try to let go.
There’s always us, don’t be so low.”

There are no others, there's simply me;
My demons and I, please I plead.
Will she love me?
Will she love me?

“Is it your petals she kisses or is that of the beau?
Whilst laying on friends, you've nowhere to go.
Chicanes she does, yet you've indulged in the same;
No love for thee, yet you remain for this dame.
Deaf are we -- for she speaks but says nothing.
Dark child, Romeo at least possessed something."

...

"Silent are thee as the days of yore do loom,
Months of suffering,your vessel gone soon.
Prithee be careful, for there is more to say.
Disregard your bodkin or would you rather pray?
Will words to the Father cease her trickery?
Holding to faith or is it mollified misery?"

A dream, a dream, this is only a dream.
She'll come back to me, akin to the seams.

"Curse of Cassandra -- the tale of the deceitful.
Tell me, has she done anything meaningful?
Infatuation she possesses – what else could it be?
She escapes simply because she does not adore thee.”

Conquerors of my skull, festering with time.
There's no one left, but my paranoia and I.

End.
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[Scarlet Fires]

I love these, they're beautiful.

 

[KyRei]