Life after death

I am mourning my ex
You're dead to me
I won't be missing

The kissing
Touching
And caressing

I will not miss
The lies
The arguing
And stressing

I will not remember
The hand holding
And the walks in the park

I will forget
All of the time that I spent...
Alone in the dark

Eyes open
Tears falling

My phone ringing
Or you calling
With the nonsense and the name calling
I will not remember falling...

For you
In you
With you

Every year on our anniversary
I will cringe
Just thinking about the atrocious...
love that would have been

And I will remember

You told me I needed you...Negatory
I hope that life after death proves you necessary
For you were merely a waste of my time
You were an illusion...A sparkle of toxic waste
A glimmer of dirt envading my eye sight

And I wont bother to put on my good black suit
And acknowledge you...
I won't even bother to remember to forget you
I simply hope you give your soul some time to sleep
With no time to decieve, creep, and cheat
To me you are mentally deceased
Rest in peace?

Whispers

Every morning before dawn
I whisper a secret in silence

I balance my tone and scream
Absolutely nothing

"..." Excuse me
Were you waiting for me to give you ammunition
So that you may riddle me with bullets of my fears
So that you may murder me by drowning me in my own tears
Do you really expect me to share my nightmares

If you do, then listen closely because.....

Every morning before dawn,
I whisper a secret in silence

It is only spoken for ears I cannot see
It is only spoken for me

When my concious becomes that word of today
I'll look your way
Ears bleeding and eyes whistling
As i'm whispering...
Are you listening?

Supreme

Economical superiority
Respect and dominance
I strike fear into the heart of the fearless
I have complete mastery over the minds
That are cocky and sublime
The ones that intertwine with the finest things
And define the times that we live in

I AM THE EPITOME OF SUPREMACY
I am able to recline, relax
And devour time, with hopeful rhymes
I am the mastermind to subordination
Barefoot on tar pavement
And I'm racing

But I don't rank in numbers
I do not rank in metals
I rank in power, leaving the inferior for dead
Choosing my moments of miraculousness
Simply for my entertainment
and your pain and suffering
But, I do thank you for trusting me

However, something has me quite disturbed
I feel as if your perception of me is absurd
How dare you have the nerve
The audacity to belittle me
I deserve the title...God

I have the characteristics, The achievments
Of authority and transcendency
I am not soul cleansing and replinishing
I am judgemental...I feed off of criticism giving by hypocrites
And poetry written by atheists
I am inconsiderate, inconsistent, and I agree to disagreeing
I can scream to the deaf, keep the Immobilized still, And keep the blind from seeing
Yet, I am not your supreme being
I simply survive by being supreme

I am me...

Alot of people judge me by appearance
But I am not that fool
For I can see the clouds clearing
before my tattoos and piercings
Until the rain starts interfering
I am not god-fearing
And even though you may not like what you are hearing
I am me

The person you always see
and percieve to be "well known"
But its hard to believe that you often agree with what you see
Or hear my dear
An fear will have you
Misunderstanding and abandoning my complexity for your simplicity
So that you may better comprehend my personality
But in all actuality you know nothing about me

How dare you try and confine me to my worries
And exclude me from the loop
Ostracize and criticize me
But you will not characterize me
And my characteristics were not meant to be placed in your category
Of trendy subliminal tortures

Please excuse my mouth when its open
For the truth of your existence I may divulge
Simply so our minds may indulge intellect
I am not here to reflect but progress in new directions
Never reluctant to regret and make corrections
For the follower is always less affectionate
Than the passionate poet who's merely overproportionate
The optimist whose extraodinarily unfortunate
And tries to smoke away the reality that they're poor as shit
But still, I am me

Your foolish rumors of numerous days has you stuck in your ways
And only proves me to be factual
I keep a calm head a content existence and I keep my thoughts rational
A disoriented Impetuous conflictual intellectual
Who sometimes second guess's my aggression with discretion
Slight obsession with imperfection
Spreading depression like an infection
I am the rebel resurrection of an insurrectionalist
Perplexed,I am a flawed perfectionist
And still, I am me.