My mind sits as a
Soft infant
Trapped in a
a gangling crib
Of despair with
No way out
I feel I am
Helpless, small,
And worst of all
A loud
nuisance
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
Heavy hands toss
and tear as the veil of
peace is torn
Dense punches leap out of the sea
and meet with the sharp strikes of the winter air
The ocean and the wind
Two childish men bickering
with bloodied hands
brawling to caress the soft
curves of the sultry sand
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
My life is a poem
that is being written
day by day
It’s not pretty right now
nor will it be next week
and it might not make sense next year
but it’s coming baby
line by line it’s
getting better
one
after another
and then the next
I can't wait for
you to read it when
I'm finished
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Fear, anxieties, and
failures circle above my head
they are vultures scouring for
the once dead flesh I was
But now I am alive,
now I am
free
They fly through my mind like before
but they are unable to make nests
now
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 9:29 PM UTC
Made a couple extra dollars last week
well actually it was a check to be
exact and now
it’s gone
I used it as a bookmark for the time
being, but forgot which book I left
it in
Now on a brisk Tuesday morning in October
the only thing that stands between me and
a smooth cup of coffee is a stack of
crinkled books
Slowly but surely, I ****** up the tattered copies
of Dickinson, and Tolstoy, and Lawrence, and Byron
tossing through the pages
Not a drop of worry enters my mind, knowing it’s
in one of the books but I just have to find it
and hell, it’s going to be sticking out of the top
there’s no way I could have misplaced it too bad
I’m not a complete fool after all
“Just gotta get through the books and
all the money is mine,
all the money in the world”
I say musing myself
You know, I actually went to a place
for four years straight and I swear they told me
the exact same thing
“Just get through the books and you’ll have
all the money in the world” was all I heard relentlessly
from the teachers, students, and myself
all while I was giving them
all the money I had in the world yet here I stand broke
scraping for change
I guess I am a fool after all
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
“Where is the rest for the weary?”,
Cried out the sappy sun.
The burden of lighting up the
world left his own soul lusterless.
His blistered fingers handed down his glow
as he stood frozen up high in
his onerous profession, keeping
a bright smile in a baby blue prison.
In his own shame, the pitiful sun covered himself,
boosting his rays so no man could beam their eyes up
To see his dreary tears.
After work he would blaze back home
Dreading the next day to come while
countless stars flooded outside his home,
Night after night
Begging for his spot and
Dreaming of his celebrity.
While the stars pounded on his door, inside
He emptied endless tears out of the well of his heart
But he could never let go of his pride.
So, season after season he suffered in the spotlight
all to hold on to his futile fame.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Take a turtle from his shell.
and tell me what he is.
Naked or homeless?
Neither,
he’s dead.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Somber showers
Pounce onto the windowpane
As the storm drags on, while
Brighter days seem
Distant
the melancholy
Gallops closer
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
Distress sneaks in
and disrupts my stillness all
too well
I become nervous,
no
I become frightened,
no… I… become
scared?
I become everything
except fine
as my hands grip my head
the thought
arises
to slash through my scalp
and snap through the skull
snatching out every thought
that would dare detour into
the solace of my mind
but I won’t do it
I am … a liar,
I am afraid
and I am certain that
this angst and
this anxiety will
win today
again
because above all,
I am
helpless
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
When I started
college
I chose
to study business
thinking it was
what I wanted
I thought that
entrepreneurship
was a skill and
a task that
I was up
for
but if I could
go back
and choose
again
I would choose
English,
oh
sweet
English
I think English
Is nobler
Than that of
business
at least in
my
eyes
I found that business
was not authentic,
and more so
it was not right
with my soul
English allowed me
to think
and to observe the world
as I should
and comment about
what I saw
and what others
saw,
and what others
felt
English allowed me
to take note
of those talking
no matter how big
or small their voice was
it helped me learn that
this world is big
and I am small
English is patient,
and kind
while business was
anything but
business taught me
falsely,
that I am bigger
than I am
business is forceful,
business is savage,
and business is controlling
and business does not listen
to anyone
but to
those with
the loudest voice
I think it is
noble
to admire life
and all her
blemishes and faults
rather than to
take control
of
her
rather than snatching
her by her
arms
only to ravage
and **** in the hopes
of my own
good fortune
at the disregard
of others
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC