J. M. Osejo's Poetry for the insane

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Friday, August 17, 2007

(Anxiety at it’s worst)

I’m in my bed It’s 12 o’clock, midnight I hear the tick tock Of that damn clock I can’t go to sleep My eyes start to weep I am all out of breath What the hell do I do next? The pressure is immense The craziness sets in I’m sweating to soak and I wipe myself down and I choke the water does not... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Death is definately a sure thing...

It wanders through the woods and through the forest... the city the suburbs It wanders undetected and unwanted... YES... the scent of death is always in the air Generation after generation go by and it stays the same... unwanted, but necessary in the evolution of evolution, the big question has... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

The last day for people on earth

A rock was thrown to the depths of the earth and an echo, muted by reign and cheated by glory was forever forgotten. The scent of freshly groped flowers and the morning mist was reduced to the mechanized fertility of beings, of animals, of prey. Hues of grey and black on black were impressed upon... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

A love letter… after death

Forgive me, I forgot your face the smell of your skin pressed up against mine is still set into place the sound of your voice, the whisper on our rainy days, …I remember the touch of your perfumed wrist locked with mine I think of in November let me see you again I again want your taunt let me see... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

The local girls body, a coffin for a putred mind

(Try reading fast, to understand my craziness) The local girl, beautiful to the eye and rotten inside her body a coffin for a putred mind disgusting to say the least disgusting to say the least disgusting to say the least!! self righteous fat on fat skin on fat how about that, lips of poison and... Sign in to see full entry.

What can I do?

What can I possibly write that has not already been written, and felt through and through? What can I say that has not already been said, and captivated in the hearts of millions? What can I sing to you that has not already been voiced, and carried out by the sea? What can I do that has not already... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

I "did" cry for help

I cried for help and you said no The pain and anguish in a cold metallic world was seeping through my skin and you didn’t see the "bright red" dripping from my mind to my heart, it was obvious I was locked into your eyes and saw empty sockets of black I knelt in your response of your negativity and... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Sick of a cure

Open eyes oblivious to the oceans current takes passengers and passerbys, destined to ignore destiny and deny what cannot be denied into a sense of obliqueness. The cure caresses my heartache not knowing the pain that occurs in the depths of the depths while the knees are latches for sin, always in... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 6, 2007

The Fight

The Fight Move me... shake me... run me over... grab me... please do not cut my strings...give me emotion... give me light... twist me and turn me... I will without a fight... a mission of fears... a plague till the end... a war without victory... but a victory within... turn around... stab me...... Sign in to see full entry.

Mad men

Mad men Men- mad Mad-uncontrollable Uncontrollable-furor Furor-undeniable Undeniable-guilt Guilt-without doubt Doubt the system System revolutionized Revolutionized mechanics Mechanics sub-human Sub-human-but naturistic Naturistic-men Men-mad Sign in to see full entry.

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