Existential Punk

My Heart Hurts

Moby's song 'Why Does My Heart Hurt So bad' inspired this poem.

My Heart Hurts

by Adele Sakler

when my mind thinks of you,

hurt wells up in the deepest recesses of my heart, and

yells out loud, 'stop

doling out your religious platitudes!'

of course it's all you know,

especially

since you don't know me at all.

My head spins and checks out as

you piously

heap your religious attitudes into my

ears

and

run your mouth as 

though you think i'm really

hearing you

unload on me.

rhapsodize if you must,

to feel good about yourself.

such talk is nothing but an

obituary to a religion i know longer

believe in or

ascribe to on this particular

day.

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No More, Please

Dave Matthews Band's song, 'Everyday' and the line, 'The Space Between', inspired this acrostic poem.

No More, Please

by Adele Sakler

tortured soul that i am,

heavy-laden and

expended energy.

sapped of life,

preferring it to

all stopping,

ceasing to

exist.

be gone depression

evermore from

taxing my soul and physical being.

'what do you want from me?', i scream

'what do you want from me?', i scream,

even though i ask,

even though i ask,

no more, please!

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Bourgeois Pigs

we are the middle class, consuming everything we can get our grimy hands on: gadgets, toys, cars, clothes, et al; all the next best thing. we are keeping up with the jones' for sure with all the money we spend to consume.as christians we claim to be missional and follow in the way of Jesus, but we really are nothing more than bourgeois pigs!

can we escape this label, follow in the way of Jesus and still enjoy life? even responsible spending is consuming. we must consume to keep our economy going. so, what's the balance i want to know?

for i myself am a bourgeois pig. i love me my coffee shops, ipod, iphone, camera, books, art work, clothing, bags, shoes, etc.

how do i break free of the label bourgeois pig?

Deborah

This is an acrostic of Deborah, one of the religious ladies from my poetry class that really bugged the shit out of me last week. She gave me a card about how i need to give things over to Jesus and trust him. Like i'm not doing that already! These ladies don't know me from Adam and had no right to do impose and proselytize like this in a supposedly safe environment! This is a response back to her card!

Deborah

by Adele Sakler

do you not know i already follow the ONE you for-

ever claim in your heart?

believe in HIM i do, so do not

ostracize me with your

religious piety

and your views of

heaven and hell.

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Vindication

This is an acrostic poem inspired by David Bowie's song, 'Modern Love'.

Vindication

by Adele Sakler

mostly i find myself

overlooking your egregious infractions that i find

damaging to me.

even though your

rants that rail against me are

not what i find helpful or

loving.

oh, how i wish i could be

vindicated in your

eyes.

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Infection

This acrostic poem was inspired by Lutestring, a regular commenter here on my blog. Thanks, Lutestring, for the inspiration, and i dedicate this poem to YOU!

Infection

i find your eager plea infects me with hope;

Not answers found, but a

fresh perspective on life.

Even though i may never know star-

crossed love, i am encouraged

to

seek out

much love and give

everyone who crosses my path the

wildest opportunity

i can offer

to

hold fast

hold fast and

open their hearts to be

penetrated by my

everlasting love.

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Graven Image

Graven Image

by Adele Sakler

my heart races...

my heart races whenever i think of you.

my breath speeds whenever i see your beautiful image.

are you real or are you a figment of my imagination?

have i idolized you into a graven image?

a graven image that will be knocked over and shattered?

oh, please don't be a figment of my imagination!

oh, please don't be an idolized graven image!

i need you to be real whenever i think of you.

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Killing Me Softly

This poem is an acrostic of my name.

Killing Me Softly

by Adele Sakler

Ask me questions and i will

Dish it all out for you,

Everytime

Loving

Every minute with you.

Sorry if i talk too much,

As my mind is always racing,

Killing me softly

Like a slow death in the

Evening sun

Reflecting in my glasses.

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Cacophony

This poem is an acrostic from this quote: 'In life's winter, find your invincible summer' - Linda, NY, NY

Cacophony

by Adele Sakler

I hate depression as you

Never seem to subside,

Latching on like an unwanted stranger,

Inside the plunging depths of my soul,

Forever wanting to hold on tight,

Everyday and night.

Shit, won't you give me some fucking relief?!

Watch out as i'm gonna beat you!

i never give up,

Nor do i

Tear apart easily.

Eff you Grim

Reaper!

For

i am stronger than

Nightmares that also plague me by

Day.

Young parts of me will grow

Older, leaping

Up with rip

Roaring strength.

i am an over-comer,

Not afraid of your cacophony.

Very determined to

induce my healing.

Not afraid of your cacophony,

Chiding you away.

i hate you depression as never

Before. i can't seem to

Love you because you are with me

Everyday and i'm tired of

Shushing you away.

Unlock your clutches off of

My mind. Quit

Evoking

Ruin upon my soul.

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My Mind

My Mind,

by Adele Sakler

Even though you don't work properly much of the time, i love you mind.

Your creative endeavors bring goosebumps all over my entire body.

i'm very excited and filled with exhilaration every time you produce something tangible.

It's refreshing to have finally fallen in love with you!

Mind, you are a beautiful thing and i'm happy you aren't wasting away!

Mind, i love you!

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