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2009 Poems - G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

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In The End, Nothing Really Matters
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
Written: 8-16-09
Revised: 8-25-09

In the end it doesn’t really matter;
everything done is undone.
So what’s it really matter in the end?

I’ve tried so hard,
but the effort goes on wasted.
The memories remain,
haunting me endlessly upon sleepless nights.

What am I left to hope for,
when everything has been raped from me?
Why bother to struggle,
when everything I touch crumbles apart in my hands?

In the end it doesn’t really matter;
everything done is undone.
And nothing really matters in the end.

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

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Let The World Burn
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
Revised: 7/12/09

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 my enigmatic mental health.

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.

*****

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)

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Departed
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
Written: 5/7/2009

With all this emotion wrapped
into the fiber of my being;
I remain longing for you.

With all the rage of nature
coursing through my veins.
I agonize over what I must do.

Never wanted
Souls departed
This caliber
will find its mark.

Reunited.
Undivided.
I dream of light
while in the dark.

With these tears I shed,
over the agony of my sorrow.
I’m reminded blatantly of my pain.

And with all my longing
beating soundly, I close my eyes;
ready to end the game.

Never wanted
Souls departed
This caliber
will find its mark.

Reunited.
Undivided.
I dream of light
while in the dark.

*****

A tragic injustice,
To Love’s endearment.
Unwritten and unspoken;
I am the one left heartbroken.

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

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