[Poems I Have Written So Far]
September 6th, 2005 by painted-deadWrath, Sadness, and Anger [For a friend]
Angry with temporary rage,
Locked in an undetected cage.
She seeks for a lost key,
Which no one cannot see.
Lonely in despairing tears,
Feeling pain for a few years,
She carefully hesitates for someone,
To get this awfully abject trouble done.
Awoke with recent expression on her face,
A personality that they find to embrace.
She absolves a valuable aspect for a while,
An action, an ecstasy, an authentic smile.
Struggling Youth [For a Friend]
We both know that dilemmas eventually burn out just like a coal.
Accumulate both of your determination and affection as a whole.
An imperative grin upon your face waits in your abandoned soul.
Our royal highness comfortably lies ahead in a two-holed bowl.
Don’t you "highly" desire to go far above the melting ground,
As we march forward to the zigzag road with no home bound,
And wonderingly mesmerize while we listen to the unheard sound
Of psychedelic and hypnotizing harmony warmly wrap us around
Do not be so effortlessly frightened to suddenly fall.
I would be here to catch you without hesitation at all.
If you’re finally tired of walking and want to crawl,
I would be here standing in front of you 5′ 8" tall.
Go on with your weary life and cautiously take the ride,
To the path of obstacles that can be gently put aside.
Detach all your acting impediments in a place where I once died.
Walk with me in a sanctuary where satisfaction may abide.
Let me be your fallen seraph just for this one night.
I’d make sure you’d sleep tight and feel alright.
I’d watch you close your eyes and not miss a single sight.
I’d be blissful if I see a smile shines the righteous light.
Boredom
Best of excellent times frequently disappear when
you’re single handed in a chilly night.
Often disconsolate with a cigarette on your left
hand and a cup of coffee on your right.
Random beliefs set aside in a four-walled-room
of solitude & nothing to see in sight.
Equilibrium cannot be reached instead you contact
with an avoidable midnight fright.
Diluted in unseen tears only melody humming in
your ears trying to find the light.
Ominous ideas of ending a breath never called an
anxious mind but only to fight.
Malignant deeds never stop until you see a true
friend helping you reach the valid delight.
Love Ends To Hate
Lasted in the order of a few enjoyable
months and some dreadful days,
Overwhelming moment always seeks and
innocent sensation often pays.
Vague emotions suddenly come into view as I
sit motionless and stare,
Entrapments within its guiltless eyes were
unforeseen and never truly care.
Eternity is completely not guaranteed only
unexpected death of feelings.
Numbness is constantly astonishing
throughout the whole naive life of human
beings.
Devastation of judgment is a harsh
predicament which I don’t regularly give
attention to,
Settlements grow to be consequently blurry
as you find for keys like I sometimes do.
Today, tonight, perhaps tomorrow, if death
happens to seize my questionable life,
Oh, please obtain this verse in my subdued
grave along with my lost and beloved knife.
Hesitation takes over my train of thoughts
until they finally fall apart,
Archery of uncertainties rapidly shoots my
youthful and bewildered heart.
Tormented and unaccompanied in this
condition while loathsome hatred lurks upon me,
End of ecstasies of devotions evolve into
gardens of revulsions as you can see.
Equanimity
I hunger for deep equanimity,
That suits my demanding tranquility.
Is there any such thing as firmament?
Or is it just another false statement?
Stress slowly butchers my blooming body,
Impending all night and having nobody.
Why cannot this situation come to a sweet end?
Tell me now, I said tell me now my respected friend.
Not getting forty winks every single night is a struggle.
A quick fix is hard especially when you’re in a jungle.
A jungle that is quite packed with frustration and disturbance.
I need to finish this long obstacle and stay in balance.
Boredom and adroit tunes, at the same time, keep me company.
Music is a great diversion, music that provides glorious harmony.
As I patiently inaugurate my thoughts into my mind,
Apprehensiveness start to ruin them ’til they no longer bind.
When is this dilemma going to come to its own demise?
My state of mind excruciates through the divine paradise.
Factual life is decisively like an escarped hill, indeed.
Accessible to deteriorate, distressing to succeed.
Let Go
She walked out the door.
Her tears dropped the bare floor.
I followed no more.
Confusion [For a friend]
I hate him but I love him.
At the same time, the lights turn bright & dim.
I like him but I hate him.
Oh well… my life is really such a trim.
I don’t know if he really likes me or not.
But ‘it’ started when it was only a dot.
I don’t know if I should like this person.
But no matter what… I got my own reason.
He used to make my day.
He used to cherish what I say.
Now I put my head down & lay.
And the only thing I can do is pray.
As I… I Shall
As I sit next to you in the movies, I shall comfort you & wait for the goodies.
As I walk you home in this beautiful night, I shall be happy ’til I see you out of my sight.
As we share our thoughts & laughters together, We shall change our friendship into something better.
As I stare at your beautiful & gorgeous eyes, My feelings for you shall remain ’til it dies.
As I talk to you every single day, I shall cherish what you think & say.
As I keep in touch with you, I hope you do the same thing, too.
Betrayed Human Being
Screaming in agony,
Feeling the pain,
Grunting for infamy,
Pumping thy vein.
Growling for answers,
Begging not to comeback,
Finding a lost verse,
Thinking you’re on crack.
Caring cannot deliver,
Causing you to cry,
Dealing with a betrayer,
Hoping you would die!
A Cup of Coffee 
(I just wrote this a while ago ’cause I was wired and thinking too much. That’s the reason I don’t sleep so early. My heart is a safe and you’re probably the key.)
When it’s cold and foggy outside…
you just gotta have a cup of coffee on your
left and a cancer stick on your right.
These moments never died…
even when time gets old and starts to fade
away from your hands every day and night.
Confusion on your mind…
it always keeps you company even when you
try to manipulatively abide from its misery
and tragedy.
Reluctance makes you blind….
no matter what, people’s unwillingness will
never leave your fallen shadow and let you
be entirely free.
The Middle of a Road 
(I was afraid/curious of what future might bring.)
There he is soothingly lying down on the bedraggled ground,
With unknown thoughts passing by through his inexperienced eyes.
Mystified but satisfyingly content with oneself,
Yet wondering if he is enslaved or someone in disguise.
There he is profoundly staring at the atramentous sky,
With consistent answers attempting to escape from his boggling head.
Disturbed but conclusively challenged on what he’ll run into,
Yet doubting if he should go on or be found completely resting dead.
There he is again lying down in the middle of a road,
With distractively aware composure running around his side.
Frightened but bravely prepared on what future will bring,
Yet astoundingly frozen if he’ll teach himself to liberate his pride.
Avowal 
("Today I’m glad I survived…" For Coco-butter.)
Moments that you have bestowed me raised myself from being isolated. Actions were never interrupted by pointless arguments and drama. Comfortableness was always startling with affectionate embraces. Everything seems to hunt me as if I suffered from prolonged acoma.
Always kept in mind that entirety would easily flatten it all out. Awkward deeds were foreseen behind my growingly infant eyes. Piece by piece vintage junctures grow back into something new. Defeated devotions eventually recovered and bygone days never die.
Avowal was the only choice to manifest my delicate feelings. Redoubtable outcomes ran up against my mentally confounded head. Acceptance and respect were my answers to your burgeon heart. Acquaintanceship is the only stage we’ll go through, not hate, not dread.
Stimulate
(To a kind hearted scarecrow, Mister James
because our 2 a.m. convos give me something to look forward to.) - Andrea 
Will you be my cup of coffee?
Something I dont need.
Will you be my cigarette?
Something I desire.
Caffeine and nicotine,
A harmonious pair
That wander.
Caffeine does not help this
Nocturnal flower.
Nicotine helps ease the growing pain.
Inhale deep,
Kill the lungs.
It is all insalubrious.
It is all alluring.
Five hundred blinks left
Till sleep takes me.
A paradigm of lies
Awaits me.
Ill light another cancer stick.
Ill drink a cup of coffee.
I do not want to hear
This nocturne composure.
So will you be my sweet caffeine?
Will you be my nicotine?
Live. REVIVE. Reborn.
There are times when you get trapped in a box full of confusion and there are times when you gradually dilute in absolute isolation…
Pain is real and pain slowly wears out. Your mind doesn’t lie and your mind leaves you a realistic doubt….
You’ll never know when it comes but at the end you always know that it will eventually walk away from your side of complete misery and start a brand new activity…
Heart of a Helpless One
[People fuck up, so what?! It doesn't mean you have to give up on them, leaving them behind. Just beacuse a promise was shattered, doesn't mean I don't care about you or I don't love you.]
He’s giving in to the point where he can no longer begin.
He’s losing hope where he can no longer cope.
See through their eyes where true fantasy never dies.
Feel their fears at the place where demise is near.
He wished he was dead lying on top of his empty bed.
He asked for quality peace but they gave him mind desease.
Hear them crying for change but everyting was so strange.
Smell their forgiveness and he dreams for the best.
Dreaming of a Fantasy
A secret garden was possessed by a pumpkin queen,
A man was obssessed of her, on his head, with a hat in green.
The more he asks questions, the more he doubts himself.
The less she answers, the less she applies her love into herself.
[The End]
James Quincena Villegas
Seventh Highest Trip
Feeling lightly heavy,
Looking awfully black,
Hearing peculiar noises,
Hey! Are you on crack?
Normal or Abnormal,
Sane or Insane.
Get it ouf of you.
It’s diluting your brain.
Slow down and think!
It will seek you.
Open your god damn eyes.
It can capture you, too!
Did you fuckin see it?!
Maybe you’re just blind.
I’ve encountered it.
It’s temporarily in my mind.
Proceed and laugh.
Later on you’ll insanely cry.
Step the fuck down!
You’re way too fuckin’ high.
Did you hear that?
It’s devouring your soul.
It wants your addiction.
Go ahead, hit the bowl!
We’ll eventually vanish!
Reincarnation… hmmm possibly.
You’re helpless like the others.
I wish we all can carefully see.
To:day… For:given
You gave me a penny, I gave you a dime.
You pointed me the moon and sun, I learned the time.
You offered me mineral water, I sacrificed my blood.
You showed me the lightning and storm, I witnessed the flood.
You buried me alive, I dug my way out.
You screamed at me, I let out a shout.
You cried underneath your regrets, I watched and listened.
You apologized to me, I smiled in sadness and tears glistened.
You fed me with bad deeds, I vomitted the SIN.
You tried to skip and finish, I led you where we should begin.
You walked then crawled with your head down, I had driven.
You begged and said, "Please…" I replied… "You’re FORGIVEN."
Scar
Mortification was the disturbance it left me here.
Endurance was for long gone which is I always fear.
Tranquility I have reached was no longer there.
Help! This dream of mine has turned into a nightmare.
Sacrifice the caring families, friendship and career.
Cave the ambitions, hopes, trust as they appear.
Addiction it dyingly craved to the grave of doom.
Respect for own self I plant and waiting to bloom.
Lack of insights is the weakness I have in hand.
Inspiration and focus that I quite don’t understand.
Fallen scheme seems to redraw it’s big picture.
Ending is just a beggining, no humor only stricture. .|, You!
EYES SEE YOU
Paralyze me with your deviant yet angelic and psychedelic eyes.
Unaccompanied but an unpredictable PUMPKIN made me realize.
More or less I’d never rapidly leave or slowly ignore "real" lies.
Put an empty feeling and pour it into a soft heart that cries.
King, Queen, Jack, Ace or Joker, I’d carefully roll the last VII dice.
I open my vision to witness the eternal and magnificent prize.
Now or never, it will soon be discussed instead of a surprise.
Seventy-three
7 days to light the burning fuse.
1 day to satisfyingly feed you ’til you’re absolutely full.
1 hour to torture ’til you can’t feel shit.
1 person to carry your life letting you push and pull.
3 fingers to fuck you up.
1 thumb to kill the vision of your right eye.
1 ring finger to spread virus all over your body.
1 man to watch and make you suffer to die.
RAGE
I awoke with a tired look
yet a relaxed profounding mind.
Music and fifteen hours it took,
therefore eyes were awake but head was blind
I found out the "truth" and rapidly stood,
from my chair onto the whitewall.
Part of my skin came off yet it felt good,
While my eyes were red and wanted to fall.
So I stepped outside and poison my lungs.
I lit once or twice then got a good one.
I finished my cigarette and an idea sprung…
That’s it! "I had enough and it’s now done!"
Se7en Second Cliché
(Pumpkin, I love you. 
When someone special writes you a poem, negative or positive, it is one of the greatest feelings you can ever treasure. I treasure this poem deep inside my Skeleton heart. Thank you, Pricilla. You make me blissful. 
) - VII
The stranger sat under a broken light,
His heart and mind filled with fantasies that infused through his body.
His eternal colors reeked of black and green.
He sat in slow motion as the mortals moved in turmoil.
Seven seconds passed…
He was the audience in this world of the past.
A slap in the face, an eyelash pulled. Lust… in a matter of 7 seconds.
Clichés, purpose and universal truths
The emotionless man drowning in a pool of glistening sorrows.
Who is he? Do you really know?
Broken tissue and his queen. Was he the jack or the King.
All sarcasm and no lie.
Weirdness flows together in a swirl of friendship and love.
Cigarettes, alcohol and tea: Was this really meant to be.
Lost in a world of black and white eternal sleep.
A red cherry in his bag of coke–
The color that awakes his sleepless soul.
Is he "dead or alive?"
His body of bones, his eyes of gleaming metal, his mind of fantasy and his heart of the unknown.
His eyes explode
The king to be. (I guess, I’m the Jack.)
A light flickers
A candle lit
An incent burned from under the pumpkins lip.
Her jacket of skeletons, her heart sees broken bones.
Let’s pick up the pieces so you can once more be "MEyate."
Sleeping in a Dream
("Nothing last forever, even cold November Rain.")
When he first met you,
Everything seemed to change his world of Fantasy…
Innocence to knowledge of affection,
Revived pain to rehealed devotion,
Dying heart to full recreation.
Just the time he fell for you,
Abstract yet exciting thoughts build up as one…
Memories to treasure deeply forever,
Evening ideas into something clever,
Sevens that could’ve ended up together.
Lost and/or found… he dreams you to sleep.
Offer your arms when he’s into something deep.
Velvet sky is not too far yet it’s too steep.
Eternity of your love is what he tries to keep.
Sacrifice all the hard risks as one giant leap.
You’re the one that keeps him sane and happy.
Only you that pulls him away from long misery.
Untold or not, deep inside, he loves you truthfully.
Psdetvdemn
People I see today completely learn from each other’s sentimental feelings.
So the useful kinds of things are what stay in me.
Demonic or Angelic,
even harmonic and Melodic,
True divided feelings what we all should strongly see.
Vague-shattering embraces are examples of this whole idea in you.
Do you know which ones you would have kept?
explicit and non-explicit
Meaning boring or Tempting
Nevertheless, you shared this time reading Psdetvdemn.
