Monday, 3 October 2011

skeleton ghosts

skeleton ghosts

i look at the page
a skeleton of age
yet whilst i look at the bones
and the deep sunken eyes
i feel strictly disowned
I feel lost and despised
but that self that i was
with no manner of thighs
lingers still like a ghost
(at the back of my soul)
rips me up spits me out
but it makes me back whole

drunken sex,
forgotton nights
they can cover it up
they can hold me
and breathe me
and make me feel loved
but i still cant
decieve me
i cant cover the rut
when i see skeletons still breathing
i feel fearful mistrust

and all i want is to see me
but i still cant adjust
all i want is believe me
to trust love, not just lust
and i'm looking for closure
for some calm and some peace
and i want it to leave me
give me some kind of release

looking back at those ghosts
on the page full of sad
i feel honestly angry
Heartbroken and MAD

this heartbreaking anger
it waits then it posts
me home to the future
then snoozes til almost

..forgotton in me

...again i feel almost

i feel almost free

until the day i stumble
and fall by a mirror
on my ghosts image, i mumble
at which point anger and fear
in a cycle decending ..(yet jumbled)
which seems frankly never ending
but i shall keep just pretending ..(in jest)

untill i can lay that old ghost down to rest

Saturday, 1 October 2011

words untrue

a Lie is made of words untrue
created only to defuse
a situation unknown just now
a creation to tell me how
you didnt do it..
you didnt say it
it wasnt you who
Made it
or Inflated
your very own ego, says
your Far to clever be caught
you make it new
lies can be taught..
in your own head, to be true
Anticipate it.
but from this lie we're through
You'll comiserate its
telling, only you
will know what caused this route
now yelling..
dream we're not through
the dreams happy,
we start a new

but its not true..

this lie.. is through

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

inprinted-by me

Devoid of meaning
destructive time
meaning is gleaming
some sense from a rhyme
while others are teaming
burnt hearts with sublime
my meaning is dreaming
of times far past crime
insufficiency screaming
deficient of time
please tell me im breathing
please say this dreams mine

for i forgot..
that dreaming stops..
our bodys rot..
dissolve away,
into the ground
into a sound
a molecule.. remained
and inprinted on his face
patterned lace

for one last embrace

another moschops poem

Cover me in light grenades
Cover me in giin
Help me through these dark crusades
whilst we win, through life of sin

Cover me in therapy
With paracites and darts
slice me with the knie i free
we rejoiced as we ripped our hearts

Free me with insanity
Free me up with sin
Free my lost profanity
and follow me back..

Then begin

Thursday, 9 June 2011

.. if you love mark ryden

I love mark ryden.. and i absolutely love this.. He has worked with fashion designer Nagi Noda to create this which is not only amazing typical mark ryden imagery but an actual clothing line called “Broken Label” :) made my day so i had to share it :D

another new blog..

I've made a new blog.. go follow.. and share with people you know.. much love :) :)

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

a world so selfish and indiscreet

i start with structure
rhyme and poise
but heart meant composure
can remind us of noise
an outside enclosure
wind up toys..
board games boys and rhymes
that is a memory
a centenary
a reminder of times
where our employees became our friends
but where our democracy
became dictatorship again
a time of bureaucracy
peoples identities end

you know i had a thought
that we ought
to never forget
to stop these cycles
and never let
these cycles go round
and start again
but does a clock stop ticking? ..
i mean, what happens then.. ?

for good there must be bad
for happy, also sad
for calm there's also mad
for ungrateful there's always glad

perhaps (a friend suggested)
for all the ups there must be downs
for you know your hearts infectious
it sets out sparks
your actions mean to do good
for that you must be ill
but i mean i wonder what i should
do.. bring on a chill?
and is that how this cycle..
picks up and starts again?

the good are wronged
the bad get it good
the reversal is duel pronged
but equality should.. remain
disdain torture and pain
endured by the same
who want to fix
the world and its woes
but cant compose
or bring themselves to carry on
or complete
..this treat
for a world so selfish and indiscreet

original poemio by stephania moschopios battyman x

Monday, 10 January 2011

an eternal daydream may seem
a peaceful thought,
but i ask.. will it last?
...can one remain in that cast?
for me, stuck in this
i scream not dream
this nightmare engulfs me
serene between
life filled with anguish
hold on to my dream
of chaos and language
i long for extremes

(written by moschopio)

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Saturday, 1 January 2011

a new year, a new life, new plans, new dreams

so here i am.. in a new year, this one adds up to 4, 4 is a number i hold very dear, therefore it should be a very special year.. maybe this year i will truly find my direction from the imperfection that is my life.

ive discovered my life wont be how i want it to be just because i tell it too, and no matter how hard i try i cant avoid the inevitable relapses.. but what i can do is live my life as productively and purposefully as i can and try to make the spaces between relapse grow and make sure i never give up.. and never allow the permenance that the drs always tell me my relapses will be..

i have many many plans though.. i may be at this time entirely incapaacitated.. but dreams are made to follow.. whats the poinyt in dreams you dont pursue.. and i have come up with a multitude of ideas which need to be followed throuh..

on another note ive started a new progress more health orientated blog..this one is more to do with life as a whole and dreams and persistance and stubbornness.. the other is about progress health and complications mainly to save me telling everyone the same storys updates etc so have a follow