You're suffocating me.
All I'm trying to do,
All I'm trying to be is
Me.
Purely, unapologetically, authentically.
You hate that,
Because the more I'm me,
The less space you have to boast you
To show off the sparkling, glittering,
Mesmerizing material that makes up
You.
That makes up all of who you are
And you hate that.
And you hate that
That's all you are.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
What's it take
These days
To write a poem
That makes the world go mad
That brings the crowds to their feet
That spreads like wildfire
Through a dry winter forest
Is it those excessively long words?
The ostentatiously loquacious
Platitudinous ramblings
Of an insecure mind aspiring
To authentic intellect?
Is it perhaps...
the "creativity"
of varied spacing
or... could it be..... the lack
of capitalization
the loathsome little letters
screaming out
hey, look at us!
... or maybe it's
the punctuation marks,
littered, haphazardly
through the text
(whether used correctly)
or, theyre not?!
despite worrds mispeled
and a grammar might is broken
can these gimmicks increase interest
though miswritten or misspoken?
Is the trick alliteration
Whose bite brightly bids us
To center on the snappy sounds?
Although all along
unvoiced underneath
Ideas idle in the isles
(or perhaps the aisles)
Of the mind
To meld and craft and bind
Our thorough thoughts
And worthy words
Into lines
Which
Heard by herds
Raise the
Praise for which we
Privately, desperately
Pray
Maybe it's a magical mix
Of splendid in-your-head rhythm
Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks
Flowing smoothly without schism
Well-spaced stanzas
Well-used time
Well-crafted phrases
Well-thought-out rhymes
Well, maybe not...
those gems are often ignored
cast-aside, unread, even abhorred
Why?
Because the modern world
doesn't need your rules
your restrictions
your regulations
your misguided boundaries
your oppression
your antiquated ideas
of "the right way"
to write
to speak
to act
to live
to (fill in the blank)
No, what the modern world needs
is
Negation!
Contradiction!
Resistance!
Revolt!
And poetry whose words
Say the same thing
Repeat the same meaning
Echo the same lyrics
Rephrase the same thoughts
But in an ever-so-slightly
Different
Varied
Altered
Adjusted
Changed up way
Line
After line
Of synonyms
over
and
over
and
over
again
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What's it take
These days
To not give in
To narcissism's spiral?
But more importantly:
What's it take
To make my poem go viral?
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
the space between excitation and inhibition
there I am
on the cusp of completely letting go
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
one more for t.m.
her given name is not woman
but human of the feminine,
the fem in the human mine,
mine...
12:10am 4/16/17
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Help me.
Her cry could be
Heard over
Hills and
Hells, and the cries of
Heathens and
Harlots and ******
His lips smacked
Hard against each other, already tasting
Her.
His tongue
Had already anticipated
Her neck, the neck that protects
Her voice, the voice that was stolen by cries for
Help, over and over and over again
He invaded
Her body, but crushed
Her spirit, and speared
Her soul.
He didn’t steal
Her virtue.
He stole
Her light.
He smothered it with
His body, covering every inch.
Here is the story of
Her and
Her daughter and
Her daughter’s daughter, and every woman that ever lived.
Here is
Her story.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
i say um at the beginning
of every answer to every question
i am asked.
it's unsure
it's hesitant
it's my mouth knowing
my brain is moving too fast and
the anxiety is too much
and um...
it's a pause that gives
me enough time to think
and maybe
just maybe, it might be too long but
then you happened
and i never paused with you
i was confident in me as long as you
looked at me with those
brown eyes that seemed a lot lighter when the sun
shone on you or when you smiled because
you thought something was funny when
it really wasn't but
your smile was infectious.
so i smiled too.
i was confident enough to say words
that would seem awkward or weird to
literally anyone else
but you got it and it made you laugh.
your laugh was infectious.
i was falling before i realized it and
that was my mistake.
we were, no
we are friends.
we have strange inside jokes and
high five way too hard
and you hug me when i'm having a bad day
and i play with your hair when you stoop
to my height
the lines blurred and i fell so hard
i hadn't noticed that your arms were
already full so you
could not catch me
and i fell
so hard
that um...
the hesitation came back only
whenever you were around
and i was quiet often
because my brain couldn't catch up
to itself
and your eyes still crinkle at the corners when
you smile,
your jokes are still off-beat and
make me smile
and my heart beats
a little faster even
though i tell myself to stop because
um...
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Heads bowed
Respect is due
Mindless slaves of prayer
Fingers tap a dedicated chant
The sounds of life fade
Life itself fades
Necks bent
Forever craned
Eyes worship the light
Don’t look away from the light
Screen shattered
Gravel stained
3477 sacrifices per day
Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day
One tap for likes
Two taps for loves
Three taps for Rest In Peace
Picking up the pieces of
Windshield, heart and phone screen
Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day
Heads bowed
I’m sorry for your loss
Respect is due
A moment of silence for
You
Mindless slaves of prayer
Amen
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC