Poetry By Taylor Fink
Life expressed in rhythmic vocabulary
Poetry By Taylor Fink
Desire For Hire
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Envy
Enmity
Nurturing
Vain
Yearnings
* Desire For Hire *
Lust longing
Envy calling
Encompassing
Craving the fix
That will relieve it
The feeling sickened within
No matter what
Let's do it again and again
And again and again
Until the end
Destroying myself
Instead of accepting the help
Knocking at the door
Here we go once more
Chaos calling
Craving attention
This roller coaster ride
On to getting high
The magnetic field reeling me in
Investing in sin
Withering within
Diminishing my grin
Creating the hell, I'm now living in
Goodbye
Until next time
Off to the sky
Mesmerized by the monetary
My thoughts can be quite scary
This creature
Faking these features
Substance to smile
Only for a little while
Beaten to break
Destroying my fate
Contempt prior to investigation
Unable to establish relation
Labeled from my mind's creation
Generally educated
Beating out the imagination
Illogical interpretation
Corrupt configuration
Contortion conformant
Doleful dormant
Becoming a doormat
Trampled under foot
From dust to dust
Can I just give up?
I can't
I don't want to
There's pieces of me
That don't want to leave
Demons shall flee
As I continue to believe
Let me be!
Be still!
Silence the suffering
I've had enough of me
Meet me in the middle
Ripping out the root
So obtuse
Hitting the nerve
To swerve
Off course
Of course,
Causing a reflective action
Blinded by the light
Surgery for new sight
Adding color to life
Seeing the details of the strife
Navigating
No negotiating
Articulating what's darkening
Starting to shed some light
Ignite the night
Maneuvering through
Thoroughly
Reprimanding
Directing to discipline
As I continually expound upon
This journey within
Envy. Enmity nurturing vain yearnings. Desire for higher. Lust longing, envy calling, encompassing, craving the fix that will relieve it. The feeling sickened within, no matter what, let's do it again and again and again and again until the end. Destroying myself instead of accepting the help. Knocking at the door, here we go once more. Chaos calling, craving attention. This roller coaster ride onto getting high. The magnetic field reeling me in, investing in sin, withering within, diminishing my grin, creating the hell I'm now living in. Goodbye. Until next time, off to the sky. Mesmerized by the monetary, my thoughts can be quite scary. This creature faking these features, substance to smile only for a little while, beaten to brick, destroying my fate. Contempt prior to investigation, unable to establish relation, labeled for my mind's creation. Generally educated, beating out the imagination, illogical interpretation, corrupted configuration, contortion, conformant, doleful dormant, becoming a dormat, trampled underfoot from dust to dust. Can I just give up? I can't. Don't want to. Demons shall flee as I continue to believe. Let me be. Be still. Silence, the suffering, have had enough of me. Meet me in the middle, ripping out the roots so obtuse, hitting the nerve to swerve off course, of course. Causing a reflective action blinded by the light, surgery for new sight, adding color to the life, seeing the details of the strife, navigating, no negotiating, articulate what's darkening, starting to shed some light, ignite the night, maneuvering through, thoroughly reprimanding, directing to discipline, as I continually expound upon this journey within.