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| ISBN-13: | 9781491717608 |
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| Publisher: | iUniverse, Incorporated |
| Publication date: | 12/13/2013 |
| Pages: | 120 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.28(d) |
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OUTTA MY MIND
Poems from the Other Side of Sanity
By ARMANDO DEMARCHI
iUniverse LLC
Copyright © 2013 Armando DeMarchiAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4917-1760-8
CHAPTER 1
Crush
You are my crush.
I know, it's childish.
But I want to crush you so hard.
I want you work as a butcher all day and on your way home
fall in piranha infested waters.
I want to fill your cars gas tank with melted crayons
I want to tie you to a wall and play dodge ball with
porcupines.
I would love for you to stub your toe on a rusted garden hoe.
I hope you make a wish on a wish bone and when you win,
the other person gets your wish.
I want to make you eat an entire bag of pretzels and give you
nothing to drink.
You're my crush.
It's childish, I know.
Affection
Do you know exactly, how to measure affection?
I myself have conjured theories.
At first, I measured it in units of smiles per second,
Then laughs per day, squared.
But finally, I realized it was simple.
It is a ratio,
Of me, to you.
Different
If you have the audacity,
Tenacity,
To be different-
The mental capacity,
To inspire monumental rhapsody,
Then go out now and make your wage;
You haven't heard the last from me.
Aggression
There is no worse feeling,
Then cold, isolated worry.
Knowing that you ARE insufficient
What you are, what you've become, the knowledge and skills
you've obtained,
Are void of relevancy.
Not good enough.
Incapable. Inept.
It's like a bee is stinging at my conscious.
A surging spike of hatred that courses through my blood,
My stomach becomes a monsoon,
My heart sweats as it works overtime,
And my teeth clench shut in the frustration that my best
efforts are lacking.
You are kicked down, you get up, and your legs are
immediately swept from under you,
And you fall deeper,
And harder,
Onto the dusty clay from which worms arise to bid you foul
words of discourage.
My head keeps pounding words of black twisted disgust,
"Fool. Coward. Idiot."
There is no greater misery,
Then having it spelled out to you that you are inadequate.
Trying, relentlessly to do something that lies outside the
parameters of your ability.
While others do it without a second thought.
My eyes are shut tight in a nervous panic,
Hoping when I reopen them I will see a field of daisies
Or my quiet room
But this is rarely the case.
Soon,
Soon, I will be able to take it no longer.
My thoughts will liquefy onto this paper mess
Alone
You finally got what you wanted.
A new way to express the isolation that you've held in
your soul.
You can apologize until morning,
But I'll never forgive myself
For letting you get so deep.
You said the sweetest things.
Conveyed the most endearing lies.
And even when I saw through you,
The crystal heart you store was just a reflection of your
mirrored eyes.
And I knew better.
But there will never be as hard a pill to swallow,
As knowing that there's a thumbprint on your bedpost that
you're saving,
To compare to whoever follows me.
But it won't matter anyways.
Because the regret I harbor is already dissolving what's left of
my better judgment.
Angel
With night approaching, darkness cast,
A gloomy fog inside my head,
I end my day with much respite,
And lay my body down to bed.
In minutes I am far away,
All Consciousness has fled my mind
But sadly, my head goes astray,
And I do not like what I find.
Blackness sets the stage of dreams,
A spotlight hits the center front
A body falls, and now it seems,
It's mine! And it lands with a grunt.
I watch in fear as my own limbs,
Push the weighted life to stand,
The light around the head now dims,
Where there was face is now just bland.
This doppelganger of myself,
At first looked as exact as me,
But now, like old books on a shelf,
Its' spine has warped quite hideously
The teeth, I saw once as my own,
Became sharp throngs of yellow grit
The eyes that were once hazel brown,
Now bulge with red and ooze with spit
"Why are you here?" my voice sounds small
And as I talk, the demon grins
"Why don't you know? I'm made of all
Your most deceiving cardinal sins."
"Your lies and cheating ways of life,
Have caught you yet, and to this day,
The public who have shown you strife
Have asked for me to make you pay"
I try to stand but seem to fall,
The scourge laughs at my hopelessness
And just as I think I'll be mauled,
The room is stopped dead, motionless.
The cretin is a foot away,
His talons inches from my chest.
His face- so wretched with decay,
Is stuck inside a temporal rest.
An upward force gets me to stand,
I feel a wind push back my hair
I open my eyes, slowly, and,
Suddenly, there is nothing there.
I sit up fast inside my bed,
Drenched in sweat and out of breath,
Just when I thought that I was dead,
I had indeed just cheated death.
Anomaly
This day,
Is an unforeseeable mistake.
Though I wake up, and for that I am grateful,
I know that on this day, I face a battle, and I am unprepared.
This day,
Is dipped in ambiguity,
Hung out to dry on broken trust,
And then spread upon a blank canvas.
This day, today,
Is an anomaly.
An enigma of erroneous onslaught
The victim of which, is myself.
Brace yourselves.
For with a day like today,
A great judgment is cast.
And we are divided as humans,
And brought into the unknown.
Appreciation
Do you have an idea of what you're worth?
Let's take a look at the first thing you won
Approximately 9 months to your birth,
You beat odds over 10,000 to one.
Everything that you've ever done is right,
I'll put it to you in a different way:
From your first baby step up to last night,
You've made it through; survived to see today.
You are only 100% you,
And being you is more than being fine
If you'd see 10% of what I do,
You'd know you're 1,000% divine
Your next of kin will undoubtedly show,
Resemblances of you, so very par,
You'll finally get a sense of how I know
How much a gift from God you really are.
As Time Presses On
Hey bud! Hey friend! You funny fool!
I haven't seen you since high school!
We should hang and catch up real soon,
I've missed you since that day in June!
Add me on Facebook, drop a line,
I'd like to see you again sometime!
Is that you Jim? Wow, to my knowledge,
We haven't partied as of college!
How's your girlfriend? How's the car?
How's your plan to be a star?
We should get coffee, let me know,
Whether or not you're free to go
How are you Greg? Me? I'm ok,
Man, it seems like it was yesterday
It must've been 25 years
Since we hit bars and got some beers
I'm married now and have a kid.
It's crazy, what Ole' Time did.
Paul, my son, for what it's worth,
As my last testimony on Earth,
I gave you kids all that I had,
I know I wasn't the perfect Dad-
But let me leave you one last thought:
Always enjoy the time you've got.
Assurance
Your sanctity is capable
Of whispering words,
To the deaf ears.
Of the young.
Be Calm
When times are darkest,
And the world is a stranger to you,
Find the light.
Because the light will always love you.
Smile,
Even when life gives you 1,000 reasons to frown.
And carry on.
For you are the only YOU that this world will ever see.
Make it count.
Blitzkrieg
We aim to create a new era,
Er, aura, or awareness,
Fairness, one where no one is careless.
Striving for greatness, without deadlines,
Lateness, some may say that they hate this,
But I made this, and I aim to be famous.
To achieve words of pleasure,
To treasure, an art form lost how one can measure,
The amount of luck I received for thinking this up.
I can build up heroes, colossal,
That follows me, apostles,
Digging for the truth, unearthing fossils, of what once was.
Bluesy
Down by the river,
Or up by the lake,
I sit with the giver,
Who nods while I take.
Harmonica handy,
A journal of words,
Toes getting sandy,
While guiding the birds.
The wind carries notes,
In both of its' hands,
That refuge on boats,
And voyage towards lands.
The water is waving,
"Hellos" and "Goodbyes",
I think I'll be saving,
My words while they're dry.
Burred
I have a vision problem.
Where the other children might have seen a tree house in a
storm,
I saw a fortress during Armageddon.
Where other children saw a sideways hamper and a
balled-up sock,
I saw myself taking a penalty shot at the World Cup.
I have a vision problem.
Where other teenagers saw a library,
I saw a world of knowledge; comedy, fantasy, tragedy and
everything else in between,
Waiting for my eager eyes to feed my hungry brain.
I have a vision problem.
Where someone may see a room full of college students,
I see the future.
But Who Would Care
I could write of many things,
Of armored thoughts on paper wings,
Heroic thieves and crooked kings
But who would care?
I could design hybrid cars,
That fly beyond to touch the stars,
Go past this planet and reach Mars,
All without air.
I could get a sudden urge,
to gather fleets, with which to purge,
The land of all its' foulest scourge
But who would dare?
Oh yes, I could invent it all,
Of lives cut short, of tales told tall
Make sky the limit, have no walls,
But who would follow?
Cat
I have the fattest fucking cat,
He got so huge, I don't know how.
But I'm hypothesizing that,
My momma feeds him from a trough.
His massive girth, it shakes the Earth
Each time he walks, goddamn he's flabby
I weep for such a cat that birthed,
This bloated monster of a tabby
Cherry Tree
I visited the cherry tree today,
The one at which we first exchanged our love,
The cherries were much sweeter back in May,
Or maybe it is you I'm thinking of.
Courtly Judgment
She asked the judge what life was about,
And he told her it was about making decisions, based on what
is real,
Witling down crafted stories into linear facts,
Until we can see the truth.
She asked the defendant what life was about,
And he said it is about forgiving.
It is about realizing the fault of humans, and to find peace
with wrongdoers,
And loving everyone equally.
She asked the bailiff what life was about,
And he responded that it was about abiding by rules and
regulations,
Making sure that everyone plays the same game with no
exceptions to the boundaries.
Balance.
She asked the lawyer what life is about,
He told her it was about doing whatever it takes to reach your
goals.
To see love where everyone else is seeing hate,
And to stand up for what she believes.
She asked me what life is about.
And I told her the jury is still out.
(Continues...)
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