OxyMoronic

OxyMoronic

Silent, but loud. Hungry yet full. Betrayal and anger enters my heart like a raging bull. Single and alone, but sinfully married. Our relationship is dead, but my feelings aren’t buried.

Smart, but ignorant. Wise and immature. Given everything he wants, but he still craves more. Avaricious but generous, his heart is coldly hot. Designed to live at the bottom, but destined to die on top.

Disappointingly satisfied. Quenched but still thirsty. Happiest in your life, but your heart is still hurting. Unhappily cheerful, yet sullenly smiling. As excited as a grounded pilot suddenly flying.

Convicted and set free. Hated but still desired. Fired before the interview, and afterwards, hired. Beautifully ugly, with an undesirable attraction. Like eating your favorite meal deriving no satisfaction.

African Caucasian, white but acts black. More confusing then opinionated facts. Verbally mute. Lying yet true. So many willing to kill, but willing to die? Few.

Illuminating darkness, courageously scared. With twenty-twenty eye-sight, your vision is still impaired. Extraordinarily normal, like a fireless flame. To cheat on your wife, and feel no shame.

Losing victoriously, but remorsefully proud. You gave it your all, so quietly scream it loud. Like a childish adult. Or a savage punk. A dumb nerd sleeps with more women then a smart Hollywood hunk.

Commonly outlandish. Regular, but ceases to amaze. To gaze backwards into a maze, stuck in a daze. Fearfully brave, and pleasantly mad. To look forward into the mirror disregarding your back being stabbed.

Curiously uninterested. As my heart was closed open. Hurting worst from the words that were never spoken. See you again? Eventually never. How clever is a drought that brings raining weather.

Selfishly giving. Directly dishonest. To stare me right in the face, and on my life, lie on it. I spoiled you fresh. You rotted me ripe. You made me feel so inadequate, like I wasn’t worth my life.

Losing you was my unwilling sacrifice. A religious man without faith. A soul without energy. To give everything you have, be laughed at… left with nothing but your dignity. You did me right wrong, no matter how you try to flaunt it. I still love you, and you hate me, pretty oxymoronic.

Heart's Broken...Stay Strong... Smile

How do you tell the heart to stop feeling?
How do you separate the lie from the truth?
How do you stare at the sun but don’t feel warmth.
Why is your sky dark, but everyone else’s is blue?
Or why do I continue to hold on to someone,
Who has obviously moved on from me?
They aren’t my destiny, we aren’t meant to be.
I’m nothing to them but a distant faint memory.
Two of the women I gave all of my heart to,
Both are separately living my dream.
One had a baby, and the other one is married…
Those were my goals, my life, and my family.
Once I found out the news, my stomach cringed.
My eyes watered up quickly, but I dared not cry.
I was famished, but then, my appetite faded.
My life suddenly ended, except I didn’t die.
How can a heart, that’s already broken, break?
Now, I’m more alone then ever.
Waiting, seeking, searching, hoping…
But it seems my heart will be broken forever.
But I’m stronger then just another sad poem.
I wrote this one, and I didn’t know where to start.
I’m strong but so many burdens,
I don’t think anyone could live with what’s on my heart.
With visions of a past of a dream that didn’t last.
Poems of heart break, poems of anger.
Poems of pain, poems of selfless heart,
Being held back by a selfish anchor.
But when most would just lie down, give up.
I got up, and will continue to work hard.
Because I was made different right?
I was made in the Heavens, amongst the stars.
That’s exactly why I can deal with so much pain.
The stuff that would drive a normal man wild.
Stare adversity right in the face,
and even though on the inside I’m defeated… I smile.