"of cycling and depersonalization"

[Eyes On the Roll]

Involute emotions released in waves,
varying in commotion.
a persistently flexing concave,
a break is near and in motion,
figuratively described as the slackening grip on this world as you know it.
A sense of self once perceived,
Now consequently distorted,
a sense of meaning and purpose aborted.
The paradox's of reality are now believed,
but less understood than the dimension before it.

The innate block on the flow of ideas removed,
Now streams of consciousness flow forth with such vigor and intelligence.
The once understood perception of reality now construed,
and the ability to recognize sentience is now irrelevant.
the death of the ego resulting in experiences of pleasurable embellishment,
with bliss and emotional pain self bestowed,
lust for such feelings suddenly rampant.

Secret feelings of pain and empathy,
greedily explored are the emotions that make one feel living,
in which even pain and heartbreak deserve sympathy,
for such emotions are friends to one alone,
comfort and fuel for continuity.
Self content is farther than the door,
but the inner passions are now compassionately adored,
which once before,
were nightmares closer than the skin wrapped around the form.

 

[Eyes On the Roll]

no1 wants to tell me how it is.. must be crap.. ;[
I've got a lot of more poems i write

 

[New]

Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. Just because people haven't commented doesn't mean that they don't like it. It might be as simple as people either haven't read it, or they read it and don't know what to comment.

I personally think it's great. I've been struggling with what you describe quite recently. I understand how painful it is, and I haven't been able to articulate it like you have due to writer's block, so you already have a leg up on me. Keep up the writing, and don't be so harsh on yourself.

 

[Eyes On the Roll]

thanks a lot. I have writers block 95% of my waking life, but sometimes my emotions boil over and they just make themselves known, by using my hand to communicate. I have alot of poems/songs like these written, but a lot of them are hard to understand, because of the way i perceive the world.
I don't really take credit for any of em, cause its not me that's doing it, it's like my subconscious.
But thanks a lot for the kind words... the only other person i have showed ANY of them too is my X gf, so this is all knew for me. I'm a sponge to criticism too

 

[CherryPoppinz]

OP I can relate, very nicely articulated