Hypocritical to annoy.
The poor man's Rolls Royce
is the pessimists one good choice.
They live with fragility,
and rarely tranquillity.
Some weep at morbid memories,
those others at faithless fantasies,
do they (or you?) see precipices
between the then, now and will be?
So what if you take a blue bruising back-slap
for regretful whining,
miraculous hopes of a future shining
because you are wasting your time
and not even minding!
So listen, or in duller cases, read;
thoughts are nought but mares and dreams,
man made mind transparencies
physicality is reality
will's the sum of immediacies
like a life long chain reaction
you control what happens
current words for fitting actions
If love was a game I'd lose.
The pain of love is too much for me to
understand the pain of lost trust is
enough to kill your friend enough to
end your name and your life end your
being, but the gain from love is the
feeling of pride and happiness when
you look in their eyes. The feeling of
joy when you realize they are the one
you want for the rest of your life, but
Of the love
The love you crave is now the love you craved.
The joy you feel is no the joy you felt.
The love he loves is now a love he once knew.
You see? Love is a gift and a curse a pain and a spell.
What is love?
Love is a four letter word just like Pain
Just like hurt
Just like that one feeling
that you swear should never be felt...
because the last time you felt it your heart.....
"Love is pain and pain is love"
Pain shouldn't be heard in the love you deserve
The love you deserve is what will bring
You back to what you need.
What you need to be......
I'm sitted down here
I'm sitted down here thinking
Of all the wrongs that could have
Been rights,thinking about all
The foolish things I made
Because of selfish reasoning
I'm sitted down here
Thinking of all the heart breaks and
Pain that I'v caused you
All the "this is too much" I've made
You feel.all the "he doesn't love me"
Iv made you feel
I'm sitted down here thinking
About the permanent scars that
Are marked in your heart,the wounds
And sores I'v caused you, the "I'm ok"
Iv made you feel.
I'm sitted down here
Thinking about all your insecurities
That were secure enough to make
You love me
All the pain that was hard enough
To make you smile and say
I'm sitted down here thinking
About all the lies iv told you only
Because my mentality was that
Thinking about all the "you just a hoe"
Iv said to you but truth is
"You just an angel"
I'm sitted down here
Regreting all the things I'v said
And wishing I could just turn
Back time and make you realise
That you worth more than the
Pain you burry yourself in,
More than your secure insecurities
More than your perfect heart and
More than your clean soul,and
And I've thought,
And I've thoughtfully thought,
With this thinker I have,
As to what I have not.
And I'm growing so tall,
Nearly up to your knee.
And I'm learning as much
As life teaches to me.
I'm thankful for
So very much, it is true.
All the good things I know,
I have learned them through you.
You've showed me how grand
A banana can be.
And those sweet, juicy grapes
You've shared well with me.
Those apricots, peaches,
Sometimes they're quite good.
And those big nectarines
Taste just like they should.
Apples and cherries, they're
Fit for a pie.
And they're all kind of good
For a regular guy.
And, of course, chocolate cake,
Double dutch, I must say,
Can cheer up the grayest,
Most gloom-covered day.
But you know what I found out
Not so long go?
A top-secret secret
You really should know?
A riddle, a mystery,
So well hidden in time,
A secret so secret,
I consider it mine?
It all comes down to pudding.
Oh, it's grand as can be.
It is a treasure of measurely joy,
It is the finest ambrosia,
And that smidgen of joy,
Strong enough to turn a man
Back into a boy.
If it isn't asking too much,
If it's all right with you,
And your Motherly touch,
Would you ever so kindly
And properly see
How much fun my world
Of pudding can be!
Let's have puddin' for breakfast!
And puddin' for lunch.
How about puddin' for supper,
And puddin' for brunch!
Let's have puddin' for Easter!
Now that sounds like fun!
Let's have puddin' on Christmas!
Can it be done?
And Apricot too!
Red Ribbon Puddin'
That's bluer than blue!
With the bilbobs inside,
And I love 'em, those bilbobs
That hickle and hide -
Right where they're crunchy
And scrunchy as new.
I'm sure I don't have to
Explain them to you.
Oh, and Pimple Plum Puddin'
That Gran likes to make.
It's hidden so deep in
Her own puddin' cake.
And it's silky as lemon drops
Left in the sun.
Nothing quite like it when
Grandma is done.
Mom, you have to love puddin'
When Winter is here!
When snowflakes are falling
And Christmas is near!
And you surely love puddin'
When Springtime sneaks in!
You love it so much, Mom,
You want puddin' again!
And again, and again,
And again, 'til it's Summer,
Oh, jello's Ok,
But there ain't nothing funner
Than a bowl full of puddin',
All topped in whipped cream!
With a glazing of Caramel
There's Applesauce Custard,
And there's Strawberry Duff,
Even Toffy Raspberry
With marshmallow fluff.
Oh, and Chocolate truffle,
It tastes like a dream!
And there's Butterscotch Ripple,
And Cookies and Cream!
And that can't be so bad.
What did Dr. Whiff say?
And I quote: "A boy should eat pudding
At least twelve times a day."
And he knows what he's saying,
Because he wears a hat.
Don't you want me thinking
And acting like that?
So, I'll have puddin' for breakfast!
Because it can't be beat,
It's a pleasant delight,
And a most scrumptious treat!
And it's healthy, I say!
And in the very best way-
It'll help me with learning
My lessons today.
It's filled with those itchin's
That make a kid smart.
I'll be better at baseball!
I might understand art.
Mom, It'll help me with homework,
Because my head's super thinkin',
Oh, I'll bet you'll even hear
All my thinkin' gears tinkin'.
I may learn to speak English,
Or Russian, or Greek.
I'll be fluent in something
I know how to speak.
Soon I'll be smart as a wick,
And so very clever.
And I haven't figured anything out yet.
I'll pretty near be a genius,
I'll be running the show.
There won't be a nothing
That I do not know.
So fix me some puddin',
I'll be greatful as tea,
And I'll make you as proud
As a Mom ought to be.
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"A balanced diet is a cookie
in each hand."
You're on the other side of internet
and I know what you believe is true
I love your writing there is nothing
that I"ve seen that moves me so
it may be only words but words like candy
all the sweet words in the world I've got
this sick feeling that I'll never get to taste
you but I never lose teeth or money when
I read your words. This is something I doubt you'd
want to hear anyone say, but I've never been
moved by any words like this. Moved to enslave
or capture their essence in you, there's a reason
why most people hide their fears so people like
me can't pry them open and drink the madness
you know this so you only leave calculated
crumbs, your pain is an addiction that I would
like to cure but I want to make a you slave for
me that makes scared sounds all day as well.
This is how I feel, true even while I'm while
I'm whispering sincerely sweet words in
your general direction and you get the
hint that I think you're pretty great for
what you've created to hide whatever it
is you think you are I'm ready to take those
insecurites and make new scars or maybe
even open old ones for the sake of the new
blood sweeter twice sweeter then flowing
out a second time more permanently, more
of a routine. But I like you all the same but
I long for your pain to make it my pain for
I see no you only you in me I want to harm
you before you leave I cannot love you're
here in front of me you're nothing in front
me and you're words not you I'm sorry, South Park
is on, Titties and Dragons can your pain match
the distractions? I'll meet you at 2 am when
my need for release is greatest and I need
your sweet words to get off to, if you're in
to that sort of thing, too bad, because
only my needs are important. I know I
only know your face and a few
hundred words you've written but in
concept you are already my slave. If you're
in to that kind of thing, listen to my words,
I will hold you till you burn
I want a guy to kiss me, instead of telling me to shut up
I want a guy love me like no body else ever could
I want a guy that will have burbing contest with me
I want a guy to hold onto me tight trying to hide me from every problem I have
I want a guy that will spend hours with me and my annoying friends
I want a guy that will treat me right
I want a guy that will stay up all night long, just to text me
I want a guy that is funny and loyal
I want a guy to kiss me in the rain
I want a guy that will kiss me when I have a cold
I want to wake up every morning with a good morning text
I want to go to sleep every night good night text
I want a guy that will cuddle me when I'm cold
I want a guy that will stand up for me with who ever
I want a guy that knows me inside and out
I want a guy worth my time
But what I really want is
For an uncountable amount of years
I have struggled with personal progression
The demons of days past tread behind me
Softly enough to not be heard by anyone else
But loud enough to hear their voices in my head
"The butt of the joke"
For so long
I have wished for relinquishment
A way to get them out of my head
To break the bonds they hold
To feel like I am the one to succeed
The one who is fit
The teller of the joke
For once in my life
To not be the one who falls behind
Or just never made it all
I've turned down so much
In the presence of their influence
With the mark of adulthood approaching fast
The boy who's been bogged down
Has held this tension in his hands
Trying to find some catharsis
Trying to translate thoughts to words
Trying to create something of this internal chaos
To explore it's purpose
To know why
Every line I've written is a piece
To the puzzle that is my freedom
My freedom will be my victory
And my victory will be their downfall
And 48 minutes
Is how long it's taken me to realize this
To realize the majority of my problems
Are all in my head
All a product of me not learning to feel successful
Complicated by myself
And only myself
Victory is never taken in a day
These things take time
And that's the one thing I have on my side
Along side those who wish for my growth
And well being
I don't know where to go
From this point
I am limitless
I love you gravely without us having met.
But I dare not to speak or talk to you, you
are not out of my league, I'm not shy, just
not ready, just in need of time, not worthy yet.
I hate you for being a creature in my surroundings.
I hate you for staring and making me care,
for giggling with your stupid, pretty friends.
I wish I never knew you, I don't know you.
I so gravely want to know you but I wish
you never existed. I've talked to you but
then again we never really talked. I am not
sure if you're not sure, so just send me a sign.
Save yourself because I love you but I hate you,
I know you and I don't. Is that so hard to understand?
A rumble of a failing engine and an abandoned heart does not always make for the best mixed drink you’d typically order at the bar
The gasoline fumes rising towards my nostrils, the taste replicated on the taste buds, not exactly the main course you’d hope to appear on the main entrée menu
The shrinking world swallows my perception, and all I can see are endless forests with an unending road, not exactly the picturesque view you’d pick from the 5-star hotel you presumed to stay in comfortably
Recurring whiplash carries me deep within the foliage of the woods, where the bristles from the furious trees feel like spikes brushing across my fragile skin
My thoughts are encompassed by my wildest fears, intensifying the pitter patter in my chest, nearing a detonation, but no witnesses to confirm or deny it
The limbs outstretch themselves and enfold me inside a hallowing clasp, resemblance of an agonizing chokehold
The fires begin slowly, but hurriedly strengthen into a sore, sweltering sensation that hastily seizes control over my nervous system, rendering me helpless with no one to soothe me from it, for isolation is the true affliction of it all
And suddenly I am traveling through a dark neighborhood, the ones we were all warned about as adolescents, as the lamp posts house stood-up lovers and lost souls who are trying to catch a fresh thought aside from the filthy repetition we are provided with
The light bulbs flicker and the yellow paint dividing the two paths incases my thoughts, stimulating every sensory input to intake the detection of safety between the two opposite directions, because once a path is chosen, returning is forbidden
This social deprivation surely beholds my salient inner pain, as I cannot confide in anyone on this lonely road except for the shining Milky Way and smiling crescent moon, eons away from my reach
Foaming salt water crashes over me, encumbering my lungs from performing their simple task successfully, caught in a riptide sensing my discomfort with reality and self-hatred brought upon by the overriding waves that deteriorate my sanguinity
I cannot control anything in my life and the sea acknowledges this weakness, What a real favor it is! Killing me, for me, subduing the airflow right out of me but also purifying my corrupted being, freeing my aggressions, letting go of faulty hearts, and ensuring arcadia by ripping away a future I could not survive in
The sunken sailors in their sinking ships do not drown by choice, like I, but they may not be as grateful for the gift of release as I am
I realize I may have a shot at social encounters, until I gather that the glass wall that separates me from the world is unbreakable, and the water pressure is much too great to fight through, so I must die alone
As my vision fades to black, I am awakened once again, stranded on this Earth, this place where life exists but living does not
And I feel like ever since the door slammed shut as I collapsed in cascading tears on the floor in your favorite white button down, I’ve been a bit lonesome and defunct, my mood has a constant sullen adjective attached to it
Adventure and spontaneity meant everything to you, and I took on the same attitude, breaking out of my comfort zone and implementing yours instead
What once was now lingers as a painful memory and acts as a narcotic because I am experiencing a difficult withdrawal of your voice, and I cannot last much longer before the insanity devours me from the inside out
As the hourglass passed all of the time, your personality withered as each interest you held dear to your heat contracted into an abhorrent piece of art, dedicated to miserableness
And as your presence no longer fills up my time, maybe I too am disappearing, or so I wish
Because losing you to yourself felt like being stranded in the middle of nowhere with an unceasing life of despondency and unanswered questions
It felt like being burned alive to ashes from a forest fire, so deep in that not a single person would notice its evanescence
And worst of all it felt like drowning, as my control slipped away from the tight grip I once had, like nobody could resuscitate me from
I play over every doting moment with you over in my head as my mind slowly fades to darkness, a blank state of depression
So tell me from the heavens once more that I do not need you, because you see what I am experiencing in your absence
Maybe I need you as a constant in my life and not a fleeting breeze in the persistently bipolar wind movements
But you bolted the moment the poisoned fog touched your fingertips and your fear took you away from me
So how can I possibly hold on, when I am clearly alone and depressed?
I know death is merciful compared to losing my one true love
Tell me you’re listening, I need someone to talk to
I cannot leave all these words left unspoken
You said I was the best,
you said that
As you drunkenly horse pet my face
then I said something
nowhere near as funny as I thought it was
but you laughed anyway
laughed as I told you I wanted to see your face on the other side of that glass pane
oh but you'll come visit me right?
of course I will say I'll visit you
but between you and me
plane tickets are expensive and I've always been a man of leisure
No lazy is not the right word
it's definitely leisure
you were scared
God knows why
as scared as I am when the time comes when I see you in person
a moving statue to the things I hold close
you said I was the best,
believe it or not,
as you drunkenly horse pet my face
and I said
only when it comes to you