Romantic Torment

Let The World Burn
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

I’ve lived in fantasies.
I’ve lived in dreams.
I’ve lived in lies.
(I live in hell!)

I vicariously lived through video games,
along with movies and music too.
I even vicariously lived through you.

I built an image out of everything
that only amounts to nothing.
I envy the world of Hollywood without me,
and I’m disgusted that I even care.

I was never what I truly wanted,
always so lost within myself.
I was never completely stable,
tangled up with lack of faith and procrastination.

All I ever wanted was to belong,
and to be found wanting by my peers.
All I ever wanted was to love,
and to feel that sweet kiss returned.

Yet, for all the littered hearts scattered about my floor;
I remain cold and uncaring.
Trapped in a prison of self loathing
over my appetite for the beauties I can’t seem to have.
Resentment builds into contempt,
and the whole fucking system comes crashing down.

(Fuck their disinterest and blind sightedness.
They deserve their piss poor excuse of a mate!
Fuck their lack of self worth and self esteem issues,
break the mirror and burn your god damn magazines!)

Infuriated by my inability to control
the outcome of my interests,
I fester in a pool of misery and rage.
Burning hot with its’ intensity,
only to be frozen by a disregard to care.

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I remain heart-broken to have learn
that the morals and values society proliferates in its media
is nothing more then a nostalgic day-dream
of the righteous human being we fabricated into existence.
That we, as a society, have become complacent and receptible
to a new-founded culture of dogmatic views, arrogant decadence,
and our ambulatory Will rapped by its own Government;
which we willingly accept with a smile full of tears running down our ignorant faces.

Why else do we hold “Heroes” in such high esteem?
Why are they so revered to a culture that thrives in drama, fear, and laziness?
They do what we can’t do as a society.
What we won’t do as a society.
What we our afraid to act upon as a society…
too scared and appalled at the potential risk to self and family
which “They” impose upon our seemingly perfect little world
in our supposed perfect little existence
within our tiny little bubble of supposed freedom.

It all amounts to shit and bullshit.
Lies and deceit. Greed and power.
And I’m drowning in all this fucking filth!
Mother needs to flush it all away.
Send it all away.

We don’t deserve to remain here anymore.
We don’t deserve to be here anymore.
I hope I’m around to watch the world burn.
(Fuck it all.)

© 2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

Ladies, I’m sharing this tidbit because it is sound advice. Read it. Don’t look past it. Apply it.

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The Difference Between A Woman And a Girl
Author: Unknown

Girls want to control the man in their life.
A woman knows that if he’s truly hers, he doesn’t need controlling.
Girls check you for not calling them.
A woman is too busy to realize you hadn’t.
Girls are afraid to be alone.
A woman revels in it, using it as a time for personal growth.
Girls ignore the good guys.
A woman ignores the bad guys.
Girls make you come home.
A woman makes you want to come home.
Girls leave their schedules wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
A woman makes her own plans and nicely tells the guy to get in where he fits.
Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
A woman knows that she is pretty and/or good enough for any man.
Girls try to monopolize all their man’s time (i.e., don’t want him hanging with his friends).
A woman realizes that a lil’ bit of space makes the ‘together time’ even more special, and goes to kick it with her own friends.
Girls think a guy crying is weak.
A woman offers her shoulder and a tissue.
Girls want to be spoiled and ‘tell’ their man so.
A woman ’shows’ him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate without fear of losing his ‘manhood’.
Girls fall in love and chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all ’signs’.
A woman knows that sometimes the one you love doesn’t always love you back and moves on, without bitterness.
Girls will read this and get an attitude.
A WOMAN will read this and pass it on to other MATURE WOMEN and her intelligent male friends.

Ship Of Sorrow
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

As I sit here pondering,
I wonder ’bout the morrow.
Will there be sun,
or shall the dark days come now forever?

Inside my mental box,
do I sit here crying.
Cautious as a fox,
yet afraid of death and dying.

With not a soul to comfort my broken heart,
I begin to wonder where things fell apart.
Why is my mind in such unstable rhythm,
and why is the truth just now sinking in?

Come inside and learn of the truth,
that you are an image of your false reality.
I will show you to your booth,
there you can purchase some sanity.

The world spins on, never knowing,
and all the time we keep dying.
Where is this place we shall go?
Where is this place; don’t let me fall.
I will lead you to your path,
then alone you will be.
I will give you one small chance,
make sure not to see me.

I am life, a mockery of death yet to be.
Built to die, what is left to see?
Tears stream down my face,
I realize my sacrileges case.

Hate me not for being a man,
understand I question all that.
Be unto me a soul, not among the damn,
learn my thoughts hidden under the door mat.

The sun is sinking slow,
will I live to see the morrow?
The moon is rising fast,
now comes my ship of sorrow.

© 1998 – 2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)