Strong

To choke on your brokenness, to write white lines and surrender your pen. Under the surface, there is no purpose.

Strong

In the end, all it takes is just one more pound to break a man’s back

But you need that weight on your back to become stronger, every kilo, to chase the dream of being unbreakable

To feel invincible

So chase that dream, into infinity

Into insanity

Into a slow death

That’s what it means to be strong

And call your corpse unbroken

When your ashes scatter like the patter of the rain, as your hopes are shattered like collateral damage again

And suffer until your less than nothing but not enough

Suffer until your life is lifeless

And your vibrance dilates

Into a cold virus of stubborn silence

That’s what it means to be strong

Suffer until you become a masochist

And the world the epidemic of sadistic

At the opportunistic affliction on your predictable condition

You just wouldn’t listen

And your tears will glisten, and no one will hear you cry

And no one will see you struggle

And no one will watch you fall

Because that’s what it means to be strong

And the bullies who made you strong will vomit the want to calm themselves

“Don’t hate yourself, I don’t hate you, he wouldn’t blame you, get over it”

They will say, as they live another day

And the world will roll over and go back to sleep, under the covers of another oblivious night, without you

And the days will pass on the asphalt of your passion abashed with laughter after this disaster, despite you

And no one will weep, as the days creep forward, no one will cry till sore eyes and wallow in sorrow, for you

And despite it all, you weren’t wrong, but now you’re gone, along with your angst, thankless

Because you were a man of hope

Because you were God’s own

Because all along, all alone, you were strong

And it took just one stone bullet to take away your unafraid body, a zombie in a bombing, disarming the army of everything you’ve known

Because that’s what it means to be strong

Your home an insanctuary, voluntary obituary will carry you away to Nirvana’s gates

But for now, all that awaits that strength is hatred, is a slow death that will take your breath away, like a lesion in your brain, leave you weak and restrained in the chains of your own making

That you will never break away from; because you’re unbroken

Exchange your name for fame, and contain yourself in glass bottles that shatter, your grey matter clattering rhinestone called iron fire crying diamond silence

In the coffin-like esophagus cloaking your torment

Morbid is strength, forward, to death, contradicting contraption, misshapen rapture

Because that’s what it means to be strong

 

Just to be invincible to ridicule

All to become unbroken like a one verse poem

Strength is suffering, strength is pain

Ascension is merely a change of dimension, comprehension, a conceptual stain on the brain

Direction a blind search for affection a game

That’s what it means to be strong

Sporadically shattering seven petals of metallic malevolence, put on a pedestal, sheltered, melded together for evidence

A cistern of misery empty's my serenity

A column of stone born, a warden contorted in morbid portions of disclosure,  fornicating fortunate comatose morose warlock of apocalypse

In the end, you crumbled to rubble, so stubborn, not to see the cracks of your catastrophe accident accented in your demented clairvoyance, flamboyant to crack at the ironclad hands of sociopathic collapse in the relapse of death, interacting with amalgamated algorithmic prison a Kraken contracting laughter saps your subtraction in the clarity of despair’s past

 

There is no end to grief, and strength isn’t a permanent achievement, it is a seething indecency waiting colossal seeking to submerge and swallow your hollow words in the ichor drink and bleed dreams all consuming hypocrisy in ink to mock your being and ravage your Nirvana in the soma contorted ordered aura under the bloodstained danger

Solitude of the poet is cumbersome foliage and I just keep cutting and cutting away at the leaves and the branches as the disease sticks through the dirt rancid ranch of antlers and shoots through my roots and it hurts like a noose and the birds under the surface perfumed putrid mildew don’t have a home anymore and I chew and I dig and I bury and I undertake as I wait in the wake, and my purpose, my poems, my body doesn’t have a form in its core, if only I could breathe evenly, slowly without solely voiceless fealty of moist vocal cords choking in the spokes of exposure’s oceans in my choices toying spores buoyant with my moments, drowned down contorted by my forward emotions

 

I’m a dead man walking, stalking the past on my path castrated in hatred through the aftermath of psychosis adrift berated in the degrade of my sickness

I spit wicker candles that strangle the animal in me

That’s what it means to be strong

Depending on the suspense of suicidal tendencies

I’ve got a f*****g concussion I’ve had enough of this, endlessly

Flowers wilt to sinew when they bloom

Because you are strong, and I was once too

Strong enough to die lonely, eroding devoted disassociate under the misanthropist foreboding unholy controlling thunder of a hatred raining dishonoured droplets governed shudder of soulless caresses the furthest solitude in mutated molecules revolving resolute desolate eclipsing christened ellipsis

So let me tell you

That’s just what it means to be strong

Sleeping beneath beliefs lives the omen of the moment your last word is spoken

In the end, all it takes is just one more pound to break a man’s back

Author's Note

To choke hopeless on your open brokenness, to write white lines rending the denizen of a never weathered dead end and surrender your pen

There is always another mountain to climb, another way to die.

Reaching higher, grasping past humanity.

That's what it means to be strong

If you like the art work I used for this poem, that inspires me to write some of my works, check out this link. It's for a manga/visual novel. Mature themes though. Click left and right on your keyboard after this link, and you can read it for free! Copy and paste the link. This is a favourite of mine, I hope you enjoy the 300+ chapters!:

https://mangarock.com/manga/mrs-serie-267124/chapter/mrs-chapter-267125

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Pete]

an epic smorgasbord of words and imagery. impressive and hard-hitting. all it takes is one straw to break a camel's back. i appreciate the 'strong", philosophical exploration of true strength in your words. true strength is tested when things conspire against us - like the old saying of, "when the going gets tough, the tough get going." awesome job. pics are great too. memorably well done jack ... :)

[Ghost writer]

I like your view on strength, it very abstract, the rhymes were very well thought out. I liked most of the pictures.

[Onlyme]

Hells Bells and rocking horses, This is an epic articulate, cleverly done, dynamic piece of poetry. That flows with such passion, understanding, grace and harmony and rhythmical flows that is beyond perfect. Like a great story that continues and directs and expresses all, it is meant to do. For the reader to take on board. Wickedly wonderful. Bravo Jack. This is amazing.

[wordman]

great job on this one jack,impressive work