I am hollow like the fragile bones
of birds soaring through the sky
I am numb as the anesthetics used in a surgery
I am quiet yet loud
I contradict myself
from my words and my thoughts
will you still love me when I break
time and time again
will you still kiss my lips
when I retreat into myself
to escape the pain I have seen
the pain I have experienced
I put my thoughts to paper
because my mind is to cluttered to hold them
thoughts spill out in a furious waterfall
of unspoken words
from my closed mouth
see the world as I see it
sit back and observe
the complex emotions, stories, lives
of human creatures
my mind never stops
I go on and on
I have nothing to say
I have said to much
I am not perfect
I am flawed and misused
I wish to inspire brilliance
but I do not know what to say
take my words away from me
do not do so
I may suffocate and die
I do not know what to say
have I said to much
of pointless things
I have said to little
I like to question the universe
will you still care for me
with the burgundy notches
on my hips
and the invisible tear tracks
on my cheeks
or my uneven teeth
and my eyes that are to large
or do you even exist
will you care for me if you
are not real
this is it
I have lost my mind
bury me with patchwork canvases
of art from long lost lovers
this makes no sense
I make no sense
common sense is creeping into
my raging brain
I need to go to sleep
(When I was a kid)
They taught me how to
I guess they knew how
Cruel (life) is going
When I was a kid
(They all said) it (will get
The war will one day
When I was a kid
They taught me the art
(I am not a kid anymore),
But all the priest preaches I
Heard when I was a kid, are
Now making sense.
If you preach hate,
Those words are instantly
Carved in the heart.
Don’t do that.
If you preach love,
(Say it once again), it does
Not break through instantly.
Say it with confidence,
(Make me believe).
The world (may be) broken,
But (hope is) not (crazy.)
You have to read the poem the first time as a whole. Then read only the brackets.
First time writing in this style. It should also work if you read the poem without the brackets, but I'm not that good. I tried.
Last two lines are a from a quote by John Green.
Genius comes with revision
Like the way the best line in a poem delivers an emotional punch
That can't be described, only recreated
By other poets with their sharply focused emotions filtered through words like a camera lens.
Take your poem and photoshop it. Add in blurred edges for
Vagueness. Adjust for context.
Revise, revise again.
I want to revise the way I feel about you
Put it aside like a short story and return in a month with a red pen to make corrections
Love is for people who can't focus
Love is for people with bad photoshop skills
Who keep moving the eraser tool over and over your picture but can't seem to make you fade away
And the images are saved to a permanent file in my heart's hard drive
I want to delete the way I feel about you
It's the wrong extension, and a more experienced photographer would know not to make this kind of stupid mistake
Don't let your emotions get in the way of a good picture
Don't let a good picture get in the way of a major revision
Hold the pen in your hand and deliver an emotional punch
I want to punch the way I feel about you
Crossing you out in every stanza
Until revision makes me a genius
A poem with red lines over my heart.
Because of Adam we are dust and return from which we came
But at the cross Jesus conqueror the grave...
So that's not where we remain.
Fly like doves in heaven the eternally saved
Death often brings pain and thoughts of rage..
Like how he die so early..
Yet we know he's in peace .. in heaven there's no surgery
On earth lives are at stake..
The gift of birth God gives but the flesh is limited so the Spirit he takeneth away
So Donnell's life was a gift..
So remember when there's sorrow there is glory at the end
God knew what we needed couldn't have made another..
To Caprice, Erin, and his other siblings he was a brother..
When he was born Neicy became a mother
To Clarence a nephew to Ms. Cooper a grandchild...
To me a playmate young and running wild
My eyes water while kneeling on the Floor
Praying for the healing of hearts that are sore
But to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord
U with God and the angels now I can feel u hover..
Up in the heavens above us
Face to Face now u can see how much Christ loves us
Walking on gold paved streets...
Like a dream something we cant even fathom in our sleep,
Started writing this with a tear..
It trickled into this here..
Words to my brother in heaven there's Nothing to fear
So God I will not question..
Cause when its time he reveals the answers to life lessons..
Oh the Thoughts of entering into heaven..
My brother at 27..
Walking around in heaven..
When its all said and done God is forever omnipresent
Will I be damned because of my Lust..
The way the world see it they like whats the fuss..
Through the grace of God I kicked the porn but there's residue and dust..
The love for my wife but lust births a visual rush..
That flow through my optics.
My wife is the only option
A level of self control so I don't touch..
Like thoughts aren't adultery
Praying that these women don't approach me..
Can't Cross the line can't get called for encroaching
My curse is this lust.
My wife feel that I don't love her the same..
Her heart show disgust
Because of the change in her frame..she thinks my eyes show disgust..
My carnal film replays images .
Fully naked women..
Fooled myself into believing that it was practice or similar to a scrimmage..
God open my eyes to the realities of my addiction..
As u hear these words can you feel my conviction
Can u see my transparency..
These words spray clear like windex..
The view of the truth is damaging..
But God heals wounds miracle moves on tragedy..
This world causes battles in the heart..
Blood, Sweat and tears to stay faithful to wife and God
Lust my Battle scar
I compose each word with the most careful pen stroke
Ensuring you truly grasp the feeling I wish to invoke
My words must reach you soul or this ink is in vain
Let my written voice sink in like a needle to the vein
I need for you to receive the message that I wish to convey
So read within these pages what my lips will never say
I will write and you shall see what lies within my soul
For my work to reach within yours is my ultimate goal
dip my pen tip into my subconscious
use my imagination like ink
continue writing chicken scratch
on my paper.
these stupid, meaningless little words
simply an insufficient medium for
He was walking round the party
A scowl planted on his face
He just wanted someone to hear him
But all his words fell on drunk ears
He went outside to find the smokers
Even though he quit a year ago
The girl weighing on his mind though
Pushed him back through the smoke
She was a scattered girl
A one track brain in her head
Every other guy took her for a whirl
And she didn't think to think twice
But still he thought her beautiful because she was nice
She was nice to him
And he fell for it
Deep down the rabbit hole, he fell
Asked all around for her
After all they only broke a day ago
He just wanted to talk to her
To see her face, hear her laugh
But instead his best friends shirt
Came into view as he walked up
Black makeup stained his shirt
In the shape of eyelashes
Dripping dark tears drowned in years
And years and years of connection
But now it's gone into a new section
Filed under "not enough conviction"
She said its easy as pie
Just do it right and no one will know
But as I looked down
At his half sunken face
I thought to myself
Its easier said then done
And as I bent down
To grab his cold pale ankles
A funny thought came to my head
Just last month I saw him and said
You are one in a million
The only one in the world
But as secrets slowly creped out
And as gossip spread
One girl came before me
"You know what they say," she rasped
Her lips curled as she glared
"The good ones never stay long."
And as her sharp words cut through me
I tried to keep my bleeding heart together
I ran as fast as I could back to my home
Right back to my room
I was down in the dumps
Felt used and unloved
And as I heard his hand touch the handle
I stood in guard
And waited for his last words
"I will not have my heart broken again," said I
And at last, as I stood over his crimson body
She strolled right in
With that same evil smile
I felt cut and dried
And it was all my fault
With nothing I could do
And as I covered his stone body
With the earths damp dirt
I thought to myself
He was one in a million
The only one in the world
Lost in translation
I can’t find the sound
Of children playing
Or birds flying about
Tried changing the station
Submerged, and not yet found
In the depths of dreams forming,
Swimming against the current like river trout
I’d longed for the motivation
To be an ace on the mound
My opponents trembling
At my glare so stout
All in one motion
Fear in the foreground
They all strike out swinging
Then run from the fallout
Finally my consummation!
I hear children on the playground
And the song birds singing
Their melodies so devout
Alas, triumphant over this nihilistic asphyxiation
A feeling so profound
There are no words for describing
The beauty of sight after a blackout