Spike Harper
Spike Harper
3 days ago

It isn't often that the sun refuses to rise.
Lately it seems to need encouragement.
Rising just a little later each day.
And when it is the sole reason that the passing of time is so named.
Everything caters to meet the new requirements.
Disregarding lunar activity.
Heliocentric minds have never felt so embellished.
A chaotic routine indeed.
Favoring those who won the right to stay apexed.
Only when so many fight to stay at the top.
Do all those in the middle lose center.
Compressing the foundation into neat distortions of the past.
Like laughing at irony meant to sting.
Or playing a stringless instrument​ to a deaf audience.
Captivating all the more.
For beauty lies in the only I that matters.

Mar 19

A little while back I tried to overdose,
Only because the thought of me made me feel super gross,
If I look back on it,
I understand why I did it,
But I can't explain to others,
They think I'm crazy,
They think I did it for attention,
They think I want something other than death,
They think, they think, they think,
That's just it,
They only think,
They don't know.

Just, a poem about me... :/ :/ :/ Meh

We girls are idiots. Attention is our drug;
You could be killing us slowly and we will accept to die
As soon as you leave.


I've never been a hero before
I've never been a king
But in your sweet face I see
A new love ready to spring.
Wide eyes, dark, stare adoring
A secret smile waiting for a kiss
Raven hair in flowing tresses
I don't know if I deserve all this.

I've never been a triumph before
I've never been admired
But in your sweet voice I hear
a new tone, a love acquired.
Warm arms, steady, readily embrace
A clothed figure, urging a touch
Lithe body in flowing dresses
I don't know if I deserve so much.

© Pagan Paul (2017)


I get it.
You didn't say it.
But I get it.
I'm annoying, right?
It was too much
Having a person caring about you
A person who loved you
To the moon and back
You didn't want the attention
But why?
Why not good morning
And good night texts?
Why not a random phone call
Where I said "I love you"?
How could you say no
To having a person putting
You first of everything else?
How could you treat me that bad
When all I ever did to you
Was done with pure love?
You just lose someone
Who truly cares about you
I lost a person who doesn't
Care about me
It's your loss, darling

#love   #moon   #loss   #why   #good   #bad   #annoying   #care   #fine   #attention  

There is no savior
for all;
there's even no
individual salvation

You know the cost
of a call,
but that of

You can hear,
that I know,
but can you listen?
And when you talk
is it the things
you say
or is it in the way...
What is absent,
is it missing?

The Treacherous Illusion

Progress, growth, expansion:
Cycles, only that.
They never last, just grow and die,
Their concepts unreliable,
Their goals so pliable
They ‘rat you out,’
Attack you back
Unless you are prepared,
Scared underneath it all,
Aware of what a pattern leads to.

Take heed of trends –
They end.
Did someone say once long ago
To keep your lantern lit?  It’s so.

The treacherous illusion
May say all is fine.
See each headline, every fact as sign -
Then go forth bravely.

The Treacherous Illusion 1.27.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin

#attention   #pay  
Feb 17, 2016

Another quiet evening spent on the couch. We lay facing opposite of each other.
Your watching one of your shows with attention. I lay here massaging your foot.
I take my time to feel out all the kinks and knots. Rolling my thumbs between joints.
Every now and then I see a wincing blink. You've never been massaged this much.

After making sure there were no more points of stress I take a moment.
I lean my head down and kiss the top of each toe; a small pucker at the end.
I remember you stubbed your pinky toe, again, that one gets two kisses.
I could feel you were looking at me as I was switching to your other foot in my lap.

Paused I look up to meet your gaze. You seem inquisitive. A brow cocked.
I return with a simple smile, and a raised brow myself waiting for you to speak.
Nothing is said. You point your chin, look down at my hands, and shake
Your foot up and down. 'Keep going.' was what you told me without telling me.

Looking back up I see a curled index finger placed between your teeth; thumb under your chin.
Could barely make out the ends of your lips picking up. I smile to myself over it.
A look back at me, this time, with something on your mind. I don't stop working.
"I think this should be a nightly ritual from now on. Just feels right." You concluded.

T      A
Jan 5

I was so obsessed,
with trying to help you

I forgot to remember,
did you even ask?

She's pretty
In that yellow dress
She wears the one
Just like mine
The flowers designed
Makes her eyes shine
So I sat behind
Because I know
And the people know
And he knows
That she wears that dress
Better than I ever did.

It's not always fair in life and I learned that the hard way
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