Poetry from the Abyss

hottestgirlsoftumblr: by sincerelychelsea

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:52:39 -0400

by sincerelychelsea

alienation

Tue, 29 May 2012 15:44:00 -0400

I just want to grab everyone today by their faces and say FUCK YOU. You talk about people alienating you but your damn inconsistent behavior is like fucking herpes and keeps coming back in new and exciting ways. I used to think you were such a sweetheart but for the last 2 months you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass and disrespectful in spite of your claims of respecting me. Go fuck yourself. Go on, get out. I don’t want this anymore…

My issues are not your issues. Seeing your fucking tits makes no nevermind to me, but I’ll be god damned don’t act all fucking shy when about it when you sent me a picture of your fucking vagina that Hustler wouldn’t publish.

I had no idea what to do with this blog but I think tonight it hit me…

Sat, 26 May 2012 03:41:20 -0400

I had no idea what to do with this blog but I think tonight it hit me…

The whore’s words bring blood from my eyes Whispered in my loins as blasphemies I ache for her...

Sat, 26 May 2012 03:37:59 -0400

The whore’s words bring blood from my eyes

Whispered in my loins as blasphemies

I ache for her flesh, to taste her skin

To experience total degradation

For in her cunt is my salvation

Her fluids an elixir of finest wine

I smell her essence in my hair

I smell it in my clothes

My cock cries out for her

And in her denial I die

Shut Down

Sat, 19 May 2012 04:32:47 -0400

You call it a temper

You say I get angry

Maybe you don’t see it

But I am just shutting down

So I don’t have to feel

So I don’t have to hurt

So I don’t have to talk

Can’t look in your eyes

Don’t want to feel your touch

I don’t want you beside me

Just want to be left alone

Can’t share how I feel

It festers and boils

Deep inside of me

Until I can change it

Into something more pure

Something more sacred

Something I can use

I shut down my feelings

I shut down my heart

Mixed signals across the wire

Boundaries I should have kept

I am shutting down for a while

Shutting down all for you

lacigreen: popularmechanic: colecainemuse: lmao i really...

Mon, 07 May 2012 20:29:22 -0400

lacigreen:

popularmechanic:

colecainemuse:

lmao

i really wanna know who came up with the first ones

i love the internet

omg x)

It’s amazing how a heightened emotional state can lead to a spiritual transcendence. I just...

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 00:26:18 -0400

It’s amazing how a heightened emotional state can lead to a spiritual transcendence. I just felt this deep sense of calm wash over me. Not even a fuck it state. More a letting go and acceptance that this is the way things and the way they shall be… I can live with that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnBexLcMkq4&feature=related

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 13:24:44 -0400

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnBexLcMkq4&feature=related

Angels

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 15:08:21 -0400

And when your angel says this is your bliss what do you do? you fuck it up, you smash it to pieces.

donovonshepard: With the… reluctant permission of my husband,...

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 13:18:17 -0400

donovonshepard:

With the… reluctant permission of my husband, Brad. I’m going to do what I call, ‘my happy dance’. [x][x]

What does the Fool think? If he is wise: nothing What does the Fool feel? If he has understanding:...

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 00:09:11 -0400

What does the Fool think?

If he is wise: nothing

What does the Fool feel?

If he has understanding: nothing

Why is the Fool?

He lacks both wisdom & understanding

Surreal

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 09:27:40 -0400

I want surreal. Not the Surreal Life. Fuck reality TV, it’s pretty fucking surreal but in the mundane, haha, look at how fucked up these people are sense. I want candy bar on acid with a touch of vagina and some tuna.

Insomnia

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 08:57:16 -0400

I have a flickering of madness just to the left of my corona. I feel it tingling me there. This is my third, maybe fourth day of not being able to sleep for long at all, maybe 2 hours a night and not a sustained continuous sleep. I’m breaking all my own rules about life too. Not caring, no attachments and yet, here they are. Like strings controlling a puppet, dragging me through life. It’s not even a real ordeal. I need to get over myself.

Maybe creating a venting place was a bad idea.

Photo

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 03:33:55 -0400

Photo

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 03:33:06 -0400

Godfuck

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 03:27:14 -0400

I felt the universe shudder as I licked it’s cunt,

The sweet nectar of the camel’s eye on my tongue.

The bleed of the eyeless worm,

Like the trail of a lust drug across the universe

Beckoning the spirits to the light.

I AM CONSUMED!

Do not cry for me in this ecstasy,

Weep for those who do not know this joy,

The holiness of devildom

And this whore we call the World!

I am CONSUMED! I am CONSUMED IN HER EMBRACE!

Withdrawal

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 02:57:00 -0400

The less said as an introduction to this one the better. I wrote it a little less than a year ago and yeah… *wipes a tear away* still…………

I close my eyes and the world spins

From the thought of what could have been

I see the loss and feel the pain

Of the world that went away

I toss and turn all night

Fear paralyzes me all the same

To dwell and have not

To wish and wonder why

To see what I had done

To wonder where and think

What I could have changed

I would take it all back

I would give other things

More pleasing and healing

More true to your needs

Less cruelty, more kindness

Less words left unsaid

More action right taken

More nurture than nature

Less spiteful and hating

More love instead of dread

I know you didn’t leave me

I know you want to find

That part of you lost

That part of you you fear

But all night I withdraw

That part of you I lost

That part of you I fear

The Sky Did

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 02:45:00 -0400

This was written after a pretty intense break up, typical intense, youthful angst. It was a stepping stone to new maturity though, at least a writer. It was shortly after my ex and I lost our daughter. Not only was I letting our daughter go, I was letting my Ex go…

He awakened and realized

That it was over and she was gone

He did not cry

The sky cried for him

Yet the sense of loss

Weighed on his burdened soul

He gently held the dove

… in his hands

He lifted her into the air

Letting her fly away

… again

She had returned many times before

… he thought wistfully

Yet deep inside he knew

This time was forever

… or he would surely fail

He sometimes hears her song

A siren’s song coming

… from a dove

And he aches to touch

He aches to hold

he aches to kiss

But he knows

… never again

He awakened

… and realized

That it has just begun

She is gone

and he did not cry

… the sky did

Bad Fashion Sense

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 02:32:47 -0400

I originally wrote this in the summer of 1997 and had transitioned out of the bad, angst written drama poetry of teenage, hormone driven youth. Here is it edited for the first time. Read it aloud because it makes more sense that way. The opening line is a bit of a give away of where this is going. ;-)

Rambling… mindless babble

Thought forms wasting space

Losing one time limitless potential

Burnt out on reality TV

…and bad fashion sense

Giggling and laughing

In a reality ill conceived

defined by former drug addicts

(who should have never quit)

And the latest infomercials

(THAT is NOT reality)

The zombies writhe

lost in useless, spiritless endeavor

Tighter sweaters and tighter jeans

(not that I mind)

Fashion is what you are

Fashion is who you are

Making you essentially nothing

But a pair of shoes

Or some designer shirt

No mark left in the world

Fashion sense

Something for a zombie

In an MTV reality

A potpourri of blazing images

and sex for all the wrong reasons

But… it is ALL good

Zombies milling about the streets

Like drone ants or bees

So pretty and so ugly all at once

(meow)

Sometimes… SOMETIMES

There is a spark of life

Some dignifying, unique glow

Shattered by the rabble

Lost in the void they call

….. REALITY

(Think more when you hit that bong)

Unfocused and unclear

As to who, or what

it is, or will be

Flinching at each sign of life

This is not reality

Reality TV is reality

(shit man, it’s in the title)

My shoes are reality

My shirt is reality

The next quick high

Never savoring that moment of focus

Of that one stupendous buzz

(damn this is some good pot)

Zombies who can not relish one phrase

FREE WILL

An evil phrase, implying evil things

(ask your minister)

Like thought without one’s friends

To tell you what to do

Perception of one truth

One Truth lost in the communique

My friends are reality

My shirt is reality

My shoes are reality

(my DOPE is reality)

Beatniks chattering

About the nature of reality

or non-reality in their existential bullshit

So close to the truth

On a cusp, but afraid to make the leap

Reality is created

Symbols and dogs of reason

(red does not mean stop)

Barking madly and it is all

… a lie

Sex! Now THAT is reality

Mindless fucking on a hardwood floor

No set prupose

Just two people groaning

Crying to God and all his angels

What a reality!

My GOD, I want to fuck you.