Poetry soothes me, at other times it moves me
They tell stories like books, plays and movies
It’s personal and public, some hate it, others love it
Some use it to manipulate like puppets on strings
Some sing, some talk, they can run or they can walk
Ink, lead, electric or chalk
From London to New York
It’s a sport and a hobby, or a life’s work
It can make you speculate on what life’s really worth
Painting pictures with scriptures of literature
Read it Monday but it takes till Sunday to hit ya
And make you wonder how could a poet write
So succinctly how I’ve felt my whole damn life
My troubles and strife, my happiness and joy
Look back just like I do when I was a boy
Put into words so well how my first kiss felt
Summer time 99, I remember how the air smelt
Fresh cut grass and baking tarmac
As I turned to walk away the girl I kissed pulled my arm back
She looked at me and said that roses are red
Violets are blue but she like tulips instead
Ever since then poetry’s been stuck in my head
Those words that she said
That’s why I touch paper with lead
I love you so much.
Too much...that it hurts.
And sleepless nights like these, makes me want you more.
My love for you can stretch throughout the skies, beyond the galaxy, and if it's possible...even through the gates of heaven.
It's already cliché of me to say it.
But I'm trying my best to describe how I feel for you.
Words can't describe how I feel.
It's so hard for me to explain,I just love you.
I love you so much that I even surprised myself.
Each day when I'm with you, I question myself...
"Do I really love you? Or is this just a phase?"
Your smile, how monotone you are, your sarcastic personality, and how humorous you are...tenders my heart.
Your hugs are so warm.
Your kisses are absolutely breathtaking.
you've changed my thoughts about love.
I used to see couples as fools of society,
now you've turned me into one:A fool.
You are so beautiful.
You are divine.
And I can't believe that you are mine.
I've tried to get over you.
But you are like a wound that can never be healed.
And I love you even more that you fight back;
each time I try to push you away.
I push you away because I'm horrible.
I feel that I don't deserve you.
You are too good for me, my angel.
But one thing that you can never understand...
is how much I love you so.
I thought that I could make it on my own but heard your voice inside calling me back again every time my thoughts would start to roam when everything is out of place my mind silently says to seek your holy face times when dreams turned bad my deep faith in you lord is all I ever had nothing could ever change it or rearrange it I live to follow your word as my guide want you at every turn that is made need you close need you by my side
the spiders came,
and the blue and gold walls painted over.
I lost some weight,
I was asked about it at your wake,
but I felt like
Cold he was,
and quickly he left
So I turned to cold cans of soup in the pantry.
Cold cans of soup
patting my dog
That was about it.
And sometimes the central heating would disturb the silence
and sometimes it would make me feel sick to my stomach
But I know one thing,
Happiness in suburban houses never lasts.
Sunshine, summer, parents, first loves
They are fantasies thought up in the grass.
I love you, he murmured
Why did she die? I pleaded.
The air was warm
but we lay in the dark.
Pleasant it was the bright night sky,
Destined it was the stars all here.
Fearful he was the moon flew by
And as we turned, oh me oh my,
It turned with us with face of fear.
Nothing it was could ever die
Beneath the stars for we could fly
Farther than one could want to hear.
Fearful he was the moon flew by
With us, so strange, we saw him cry
We went to him and hushed his tear,
Nothing it was could ever die.
Returned home, my boy slept so shy,
Watching we sang soft for his ear,
"Fearful He Was The Moon Flew By"
Pleasant it was the bright night sky
Destined it was the stars all here
Fearful he was the moon flew by
Nothing it was could ever die
I greeted future,
"Hello!" I said.
Future turned around and smiled,
"Hello my dear boy."
"Tell me Future, am I alive and well with you?"
Future frowned, "Young man you know
I can't tell you that."
"But Future" I cried,
"But Future why can't you tell me?"
Future chuckled and smiled,
"Because my dear boy that would be cheating."
I didn't understand what Future meant,
But then again I never understood Future.
sucking in sin
in amber shot glasses, beer glasses,
goblets red like blood and twinkling in the fire
I try not to mind it
I love him and he just turned twenty one
the age of no more
I try, I promise I do
But I watch a woman drink herself to death
And it occurs to me that I cannot see
between out of control and completely sober
It has gotten to the point where I see horrible fires at beer commercials, lighting them all up, eating away their sin in explosive technicolor
And I want to hurt the woman in the Spirits Store
even if she has done nothing wrong
but sell my mother the evil
No, it's not actually evil,
but still, I want to choke the life out of her body and keep squeezing
until I feel vertebrae pop
red grapes in my hands
will you partake of that wine?
The pleasure is still there, a kick of adrenaline.
Will you partake?
My sin, though worse than yours, is still sin
Waste not, my friends
suck it in like rats
and I will fall upon you like an avenging angel, reaping
But then I realize
I should just go to bed.
If I stayed any longer,
I might have gone insane too.
He told me his name.
I never asked him why he was there,
Why everyone else avoided him.
I regret it now
But now is not the time,
There is no time left.
He said he could get out
Whenever he wanted.
He just had no reason to go.
He told me if I would come with him,
Stay with him forever, we’d leave.
Can you imagine that?
He even said he loved me.
The weirdest part is, I think I loved him to.
I would keep trying to remember
Where this love was taking place,
In this asylum but, I always forgot.
All we had to do was walk out.
Nobody touched us.
When we were out, we ran, and ran, and ran.
In the middle of the forest,
There was no way they could find us,
We still wanted to be safe.
We found a cave in which we could stay,
Until we had enough strength to explore.
There was plenty of apples and firewood around.
That first night, I just ate, and ate, and ate.
I noted the big willow tree
and boulder next to the exit.
Natural, and calm.
This was a place of my refuge,
Where I would be happy.
We set out to explore,
The cave must have been close to the surface,
There were cracks in the ceiling that lit our way.
The cave was filled with tunnel after tunnel.
Sometimes the tunnel would split into five or six
And we would have to choose one.
Giving the false sense of direction
As we wandered, aimless.
When I got scared,
He would assure me it would all be fine.
That must have been the worst lie,
Anyone has ever told me.
I finally worked up the courage
To ask him why he was in the asylum.
He told me he could fool the mind.
Fool it into believing its body was in pain,
He said his looks could kill.
He stared at me,
I clearly thought him insane.
He let that slide.
He never kissed me fully, passionately.
They were always short and sweet.
He only brushed my face
When he wanted me to calm down,
Making jokes whenever
I was having second thoughts.
He was using me.
I was a shield, nothing more.
I would have to be disposed of.
Back to staring,
I realized that his back
Is not made of duck feathers.
My scoff doesn't slide.
I ran faster I’d ever run before.
All this flew through my mind
As I scrambled up from the cave floor for the third time.
The exit was just around the corner.
It just had to be.
As I stumbled back
Onto the cold hard rock
The exit came into view.
I saw the light shimmering on the broken rock.
The shadow of a willow tree.
Ironically I was so happy I could cry.
I’d hide in the trees
I’d never have to see this murderer again.
Tripped for the fourth time.
I looked up,
Still sprawled out on the cave floor.
There was a hole in the ceiling,
Sending shattered shafts of light to where I was lying.
I watched the dust fall in lazy spirals.
I jumped off the floor.
Back to my peril,
I heard his sluggish footsteps.
Turned around for one last look.
He stood in those shattered beams of light
Glaring at me.
Now on my feet, I stood
In the dark half of the spacious hall of rock
As if that would help my situation.
If only I could fade into the shadows.
I was trapped.
With no escape but the cave's tunnels behind me,
Or the death awaiting me.
Just a few more steps back.
He’s eyes snapped to my feet,
"You don’t want to do that.”
Back to my face.
His smile was only evident in his voice.
He was right.
I didn’t want to die in that moment.
The room’s light darkened
As if someone had put out the sun.
I knew it was coming.
I loved him.
He may not love me now.
He may never have.
But I don’t care.
If I never loved him,
I may not be in this situation,
I might not be about to die.
But I think just maybe,
It was worth it.
Stolen kisses and touches,
Just the sound of his voice.
Running in the middle of the forest
Away from the asylum.
It was all worth the pain I was about to feel.
We stood staring at each other,
Waiting for the other to make the first move.
The tension mounted.
Hatred started coming off him in waves,
Hitting me over and over
Threatening to pull me under.
I could feel his anger.
The air seemed to thicken,
Weighing down on me,
Forcing from me my last breath.
Draining me of what little strength
I had left to remain standing.
I began to gasp for air,
Unable to feel my lungs expand.
Feel the relief of oxygen in my blood.
My eyes were locked in his
Begging to turn away,
To save my life.
I was mesmerized.
Like prey waiting for the snake to strike
I watched helplessly as his face,
Distorted with anger, began to twitch.
I could see the words that would end this,
Begin to form on his lips.
Waiting to be released.
Slope off his spit stained organ.
After the agony of anticipation seemed to reach its peak.
They dropped like acid into the open air.
I lost the fight against the pressure.
Finally crumbling under the strain,
I rested on my knees.
Holding my head in my hands
Preparing to resist the attack.
It hit me full force
Like a subway train at full speed.
I did all I could not to cry out,
To give in to this miserable existence,
To give him the satisfaction of my death.
I broke out in a cold sweat
As my muscles continued to fight,
Melting with the strain.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins
As the true attack began.
The pain started at the tips of my fingers and toes.
Slowly crawling, burning,
It continued to eat away at my flesh.
Much to my dismay
I remained intact
But paralyzed by the pain
Unable to run away,
To escape it.
I was unaware of the storm of tears
Falling from my cheeks.
Oblivious that he continued to circle closer,
Waiting for his moment to strike.
The pain began to worsen,
Shifting from fire to lava,
Lava to lightning.
It was unimaginable, indescribable.
Then I lost control.
This body– it was no longer mine.
It began to betray me.
It shuddered, then shook spasmodically.
Its back arched knowing what was to come next,
Preparing as the bubble of air was pushed slowly
Up its tongue, against its lips.
Its blood curdling,
Gut wrenching shriek
Lasted mere hundredths of a second.
He comes into view for a brief moment.
My eyes roll back into my head,
And I lose myself in the blackness.
i walked into the night,
and felt the cool air's breeze.
stepping away every once in awhile
usually gives me enough to release.
in an attempt to sober up from binge thinking,
i noticed i was alone, moreso than usual.
not a single car on the street,
no single individual.
this is common after midnight
but i thought there had to be someone who is also deprived of sunlight.
it was then that i was blinded by unusual headlights
on a vehicle known as hindsight.
abandoned the instincts of fight or flight,
because i was curious.
it turned into my driveway.
it felt as though there were some undiscovered forces at play,
as i lay in wait.
the door opened up, and a man with a bright white aura stepped into view.
i gazed upon his face and then was at a complete loss as to what to do..
he looked at me, smiled, and said, " yes, that particular thought is correct,
i am you.
you needed someone, and so here we are.
see this distance between you and your true self aren't so far apart.
it gets hard, when dealing with passions of the heart,
but every day, every minute...moment, can be a new start."
Everything happens as it's meant to, though, right?
" destinies are in the hands of everyone who believes it,
but most don't see to seize it."
are you, God? an Angel? a jester in disguise?
"you naturally won't want to accept this statement initially,
but i will tell you no lies. i am from a faction of lightbearers,
to help illuminate the path. the variables you add and subtract though, changes the outcome like math, heh heh."
where am i to go?
" you are not to know, yet, what's the fun in that?"
true, but then what about this,' shedding light on the path'?
"all that is within you, is everything. unlimited potential and power to benefit the universe.
before i disperse back into the cosmos, i am here to ensure that your own light grows. the love you emit causes radiated blooming within the chakras of others, but your aura has diminished, do you know why this is?"
" embrace all that you are, Ryan. i needed to remind you that you are loved deeply. take care of yourself, so to not be the cause of your own reaping. your efforts are never exhausted, i see and appreciate all you do, with a smile. now go the extra mile, cross the line and let your divine shine through. you are never alone, remember things from the past you wrote. every word still holds true.
i must be leaving, but listen to what's inside when you're unsure of what to do. Namaste, Ryan."
but wait! who really are you??
as I stood in bewilderment, he ascended into the sky with a smile, and his vehicle disappeared.
would this interaction have happened had i displayed my primal urges of fear?
when he was no more than a sparkle in the eye that is the ever-expanding sky
i didn't feel so dry and lifeless, but rather moist with creative juices from all that sunk in.
and the warmth, it was a love you could touch without touching.
this is what i was missing.
and so when reminiscing, i show gratitude and blissful appreciation,
because too much can be lost in the translation of contemplation.
I lost cuntrol when I was nine years old.
Mother took my hand off my crotch yet left my brother to the confinement of his cock;
Girls good, boys bad, and oh no sweetheart your beauty is your only power.
And I’d blush; not in the way she’d hoped through the sweep of a brush but rather when my teacher left her hand lingering on my back as she bent over to tick the formula of the female form and cross out what the chimes of the church commanded.
I looked at the curve of the x she used to mark the spot and sighed.
Teach me. Teach me your ways so I can breathe in the sweet blossom of your hair as I rest in the bossom of your heart, its smells like lavender. Lavender.
Lavender sweet dreams honey and I will see you there tonight.
It was then I began my perpetual low earth orbit from dream to dream and departed from what mother said that day when I asked the question that makes mothers quake as they smooth out the creases in their dresses and tuck their unravelled hair behind bitten ears.
Making love. We made love only to make you, darling.
Mother smiled sweetly and turned her back on me as her mind traced back to that morning when she made mad passionate love with the milkman when daddy wasn’t looking. I am still waiting for my little sister.
If practice makes me perfect then meet man, mother.
I used his rocket to launch myself into space where I spelt her name out in the stars and jumped over the moon to Venus. I felt the warmth from her skin like the sun that keeps me alive. Alive. Alive.
Warm me, darling, just with the nestle in my vessel in my veins in my sugar coated spaceship.
We found sticks and made smores and we floated together, with my hand tracing your V in that three-dimensional galaxy between your legs we fell in love. No void existed between our celestial bodies as gravity pulled me into your arms.
He came as I came back from space thinking of nothing but the soft shape of her hips and the trail of her spine that led me back to earth.
There’s man with his grey socks still on his feet, dark matter on the sheets and a wrapper on the floor.
Rubbish I thought, but in the sky…
That night my mother asked me why I am smiling.
I said I have become an astronaut in orbit with a woman who I love in space.
She cried shes lost it.
I smiled, nodded yes, I've lost it to her.
I lost cuntrol when the earth, heavens and waters fell in love and sailed and soured as we danced on the tree tops of your garden, with waves crashing beneath us leaving salt shimmering particles like diamonds on your feet.
You were my alphabet soup that filled me with too many words, the thrill of the prize at the bottom of the cereal packet and the noble intentions of stopping the Titanic from sinking with the touch of button.
We had love at first sight like David and Jonathen, Ruth and Naomi who boarded the ark as my back arched in passionate throws below deck, as Noa held Emzaras hand smiling.
Adding a letter to her name on Transgender Tuesdays was just an afterthought.
Opening her drawers to pack up her boxers and bind her breasts Noa smiled as the clock cocked Tuesday.
She entered her escapism; what the Bible calls a natural disaster, I just call natural.
I lost cuntrol when I re-arranged the stars like pick and mix, so I could always find my way back to you. When you said I love you I wondered whether I’d had too many dolly mixtures and where jelly babies came from.
Sugar rimmed your lips like salt on a martini and left me drunk with desire as I licked around your edges. You slipped a haribo ring on my finger and I gave you my loveheart.
I lost cuntrol one day when my lover Alice said eat me. She showed me Dinah who hide beneath her skirt and I followed curiously.
I didn’t ask her to say please but that’s another story.
After her lesson I was told the Sputnik satellite was man-made and I laughed.
Oh no, women have been launching rockets with complete cuntrol between their legs for years, leaving the earths atmosphere and dreaming of everything else but dirty Dick’s dick.
During countdown they think of shopping lists, whether they’ve burnt off enough calories for wine with their girlfriends, and sometimes, sometimes, of her.
Do good girls go gay?
In space, my mother said, in space.