- it's not healthy for my heart to run miles on a few drops of water.
2. you make my mind and body curious.
3. my eyes are sleepless from unanswered questions.
4. i love incorrectly.
5. i want to build my home in the unsurveyed land of your heart.
6. i can't crown an adjective with your name.
7. you are too blind to see the effects of your spell.
8. confusion and comfort don't seem as different anymore.
9. i don't know if i'm just lonely.
10. you simultaneously incite my captivation and confusion.
11. you can stifle my anger.
12. i miss something that was never mine.
13. you take me out of the present.
14. you are a stain that I cannot remove.
15. i'm surprised that I still trip for you when we cross paths.
16. i poured my heart out to you, i'm unsure if you accepted it.
17. my mother says she adores you.
18. since you give me no answer, my imagination makes answers for you.
19. i fear that you are turning into my tattered safety blanket.
20. you are running within every inch of my skin.
21. you called me lovely.
22. i take things personally nowadays.
23. i wear my heart on two sleeves because it has made a space for you.
24. i am wandering around an abandoned refugee camp for my sustenance.
the butcher who chopped apart her soul—
Drained blood into words.
Ground the bones into a bag and
Fed it to the birds
Well crap, game is over and they beat us.
I write these words with sadness as Michigan State wins the game fair and square, no tricks, no bad calls just man on man beat us.
My Team, My Dream, My Buckeyes
The Ohio State Buckeyes
Each year their games I view
My team still undefeated
And ranked at number two
We now must play a team up north
But not the maize and blue
We beat that rival of our school
Now we'll beat the green ones too
With the game this week that we must play
We know one team must fall
With Buckeye Pride and heads held high
We will sing our victory song
The champion who will win this game
Will wear the Big Ten crown
They will give to them a trophy
And a parade for all in town
Then one more game that we must play
To be the number one of all
As college football champions
We will raise that Chrystal Ball
Go Bucks.... O. H. _. __.
THE Ohio State University
Carl Joseph Roberts
Given to hours just two alone
I find my way far gone.
I visit a world of alone emptiness.
No comforts just lack of dis-
When I return,
I look at loved ones like strangers.
Forgetting names and myself.
I smile more but care less.
My life of thunder slides away.
In it cracks the sound of nothing.
No futures, no pain, and just those eyes.
They peer soft as fire and hard as time.
If Love is a crown, her smile a kingdom.
SO uh i rewrote this on a fucking empty box of cupcakes while watching The Grinch hahaha
Oh my darling with your milk chocolate eyes,
and a grin of naught but foxlike delight.
How I admit my love, which you despise
Regardless of reason, this earthen brow fights.
A licorice waterfall cascades down
onto two platforms of beauty and mirth.
Existence grows with this pain as your crown.
How can such enchantment be of this earth?
Oh I’d wish all but you a shallow death,
as I weep for sweet, dear…
"Thorned coronet or a spine ridden diadem
Columns of my vertebrae you rowed up to the side of them
And slid a braquemard, home plated, in my diaphragm
Brutus to a Julius or Cassius to a caligula
You're shaking when you speak and you act rather ambiguous
Piteous pit falling I'm spitballing
And ballin up all of my shit
With a straw on my lips"
i am not your diadem, i wear that crown
beside no man
and i made you a diagram, warned how i felt
bout lion men
these days i get inside of them
and make their caves abandoned dens
and slay the sly clawed underhands
who tried to eat the wunderkid
you see these eyes? don’t lie to them
i’ll shoot the guy who tries to land
a bullseye in my vibrant lens
you’re crawling back to call me sin
not violent, i'm just not contending
i will not be rendered weapon
when i’m more like armageddon
in the body of a woman
if history was written off the way that you wanted
i’d be a trident in the hands of a tyrant, loveless
and you would be a poor king, so innocently luckless
recklessly denying of each bloody broken promise
so if we’re drawing from the vein of the kings and crowns
let history go ahead and repeat itself now
i’ll be the advisor to the feckless frown
'til the body count draws out a map of the grounds
behind the scenes yeah i can see you now
if you wanna save the city put your ego down
and no, this isn’t ‘bout the battle or the soldier crowds
it’s ‘bout what’s better for the starving citizens in this town
for the good of the people, i need to knock you down
so i will play your brutus and decimate the capital
ides of march around the bend, you sure love that pedestal
sic semper tyrannis, you declared it yourself
et tu brute? yeah i’m just here to help
A memory lost today,
lying abandoned in inky space,
but ideas can be changed:
that old melody; my words
are lost tonight... put aside
my discontent; fore
misshappen words spill
from my crown,
quietly they come,
quickly they fade-
we must look to our next venture,
where i feel only freedom and
thought, chasing the sun past the stars...
I drank from the cup of life
in my gown
a dagger on my thigh and the moon on my crown.
A host of seraphim surrounded me
armor shining on the painted floor.
They told me my name
was lion of god
They said I was so much more.
We banished the demons in the temple that night.
They howled and they shrieked
on the painted floor
where all the planets in the galaxy bore witness to their plight
But the demons were so much more.
And we did not slay them, but we laughed and we danced
for they served only one, and that one, Ariel.
Ariel, Ariel demons and angels implore
the lion of god, who is so much more
Your misery, our gift
Your happiness, our gift
You need both it is what we are here for.
i'll give you seashells
and independent city-states,
each sovereign in its adoration
of your crown.
your soul is planetary and i
would love to be your satellite,
my mass exerting subtle influence,
shifting oceans into rhythm with your breaths.
when i think of you, my throat
fills with weeds and invasive species,
and dandelions forge their homes
between my ribs.
i forget how to tie my shoelaces,
and my heart escapes, exploring
the world in a little wooden fishing boat.
it sends me postcards from rome
of monuments they've erected in your honor
in the pantheon of flowers.
oh princen of my heart,
the kingdom of the insects
is small and has a bad economy
but it is yours to rule.
i love you.
i love you.
Walking through the pages of an empty notebook,
the surprises are few and far between.
Listening to the honks on Market Street and
I remember when life was like back in 2009.
The room was spinning around and
liquor bottles hung from the ceiling.
The hideous growl of a thousand broken promises.
Chasing after a drunk ghost,
through a maze of street signs and snowflakes.
The night sky sends down shadow monsters,
destined to return your soul.
I refuse to accept that this is reality.
My creative spirit has fallen into discontent.
please save me from these bright lights.
I am going down 157.
Waiting for the clock to strike
any hour it pleases.
Listening to the broken trees whisper their anger.
Splintered from the weight of the crows,
This will not end well.
The problem with every story is that there is a beginning and
Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
my last confession was...
when the Crown Royal was still a peasant.
The victory seemed like a defeat and
the birds flew south for the winter.
Do not be afraid.
This story ends with structure, responsibility, and order.
The trees have regrown,
hiding my secrets.
My mind begins to wonder.
Everything begins to swerve.
Is this what happens
when good men do nothing?
Or when bad men fly?