I drown,
Under a wave of self loathing,
even though,
I'm an excellent swimmer
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
So dull are the schools,
where children are dummyfied,
processed as a form of inventory,
first in, first out.
Innocence forced into structure,
potent imagination watered down,
curiosity’s wings are clipped,
humanity’s future chained to the Titanic.
Hilariously depressing,
how the perfectly choreographed production line,
with predetermined materials and processes,
are repeatedly surprised with the same output.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
It feels like ****
you are inadequate,
throw in the towel,
just go home and quit.
Less useful than a mule,
your insides wanna come out.
you’re puny and minuscule,
drowning in uncertainty and doubt.
Take it from one who's been there,
one who sought approval and praise,
hold your ground and don't care,
at what the spiritless doubter says.
For he lives in a fenced sty,
with the other mindless stock,
and because he cant fly,
he ties you to a rock.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
Push your WILL,
rewire your nerves,
it WILL ****
with eerie swerves.
Push your WILL,
reprogram your mind,
it WILL thrill,
with thoughts refined.
Push your WILL,
renovate your life,
it WILL shrill,
with aching strife.
Push your WILL,
release your tears,
when time stands still,
you’ve conquered your fears.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
Words,
unrivalled in power,
unsurpassed in efficiency,
unmatched in effect.
Words,
extract comfort and warmth,
project displeasure and chills,
a double edged sword.
Words,
so profound are your implications,
simple exhalation of sound,
the softest weapon.
Words,
The true measure of time,
recording the past,
stage setting the future,
the fabric of reason.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
lord
i
am alive
because
you
color
all of my dreams
with
your
watercolor paintbrush
upon
the
soul and flesh
outside of the lines
and
i
swear it
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Left out,
a foreigner at home,
and back home a foreigner,
friendless in the company of many,
fulfilled in the company of myself,
writing pad on knee,
the pencil involuntarily jots,
randomness to paper,
I think I’m a poet,
an endangered species,
a typewriter amidst laptops.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
Be unorthodox,
Basque in non-convention,
pursue dangerous adventure,
and maybe, with time,
savor your uniqueness.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
He pulled and parked the supply red wagon,
then climbed the mast to the captain's cabin.
Captain Red is ready for adventure.
A quest to collect the world's best treasure.
His pirate crew is renowned far and wide.
They're rough and tough and they don't ever cry.
But none of them boys has the captain's stuff.
So don't mess with him, man, cause he don't bluff.
This motley crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
whales, whirlpools, storms, mermaids, krakens and kings.
"Set sail," squaws the boss as he munches lunch
and the Ocean Destroyer leaves port Wunche.
These rolling green hills are now ocean waves.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Benjamin!" beams the first mate Susanne.
Impeding the journey that just began.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The first mate trumps the captain, Ben will learn.
...
Her spacesuit crew is renowned far and wide.
They're smart and nice and they don't ever lie.
But none of these girls has commander's stuff.
So don't mess with her, girl, cause she don't bluff.
This brainy crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
aliens, black holes, stars, and martian springs.
"Lift off!" beams the boss as she munches lunch
and the Star Chasing Rocket leaves base Wunche.
These rural backyards are now rocky space.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Susanne!" beams the pilot Benjamin.
Impeding the flight before it begins.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The pilot trumps commander, Sue will learn.
...
Boys and girls grow up and out the front door.
Those children’s games evolve to adult chores;
those kiddy lawns to grandparent’s domain.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Bipolar tendencies,
my colourful predicament,
the summer heat agitates mania,
the winter cold triggers sadness.
Bipolar tendencies,
both gift and curse,
to view the world soaring as an eagle,
to escape the world’s trampling feet as a cockroach.
Bipolar tendencies,
ignorant bliss and torturous wisdom,
apathy for the attractively wealthy,
empathy for the repulsively poor.
Bipolar tendencies,
both god fearing and atheist,
both the day and night,
both thankful and ungrateful.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC