Endless commodification of feelings
Ads, media, envy, peeling and tearing
Lives and deaths, nothing truly genuine
No escape not even if I put a pen on it
There is nothing, absolutely nothing
Not a word or people talking
Not a soul
Not a soul
Not a soul found in our new zeitgeist!
No new soul to protect us in our new life!
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
I'm tired, my mind is withering away
My hands convulse in confusion when I touch the keyboard
I'm not a writer, nor a lover
Just a simple man, with a simple mind
Realizations came about, once I departed
Poetry just wasn't for me and neither were you.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Covered in tick,tacks and apple sauce, forgetting juice boxes and blasting songs, flaming ashes flying up my nose. The smoke envelopes, dreams of a girl with short hair inhales my vision like the ******* on the dash board, or the gas we breath. I'm falling in love, I'm covered by pollen, I'm dying for love, I'm covering pollen. Short breaths and small asthma attacks in the back. The heat from the front seat leaving me charred. Your smiling face on the pavement as I lay next. I finally understand
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
She lulls him with her poetry...
He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...
He asks her to dance with him,
She moves him with her poetry...
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, and gives him her poetry...
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
She was the music of the night
Sang the sirens bewitching songs
Luring men high up the mountain slopes
Her beauty to gaze upon
But was she real or just a myth
This lady of the night
None will know for none returned
Of the young men who left in the dark
But still her haunting melodies
Fill the mountain glens
Beautiful clear crystal tones
That invade the minds of men
Who is she? What is she?
Whose songs have such haunting power
Songs that echo 'cross the mountain slopes
The minds of men to snare
Perhaps its just the mountain winds
Echoing round trees and slopes
None will ever know
For none has ever seen the one
Who sings the music of the night
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Vaya Con Dios, she said as she walked off, into the foggy abyss.
I return to my position on the stage and pick up my saxophone
Everyone in shock and awe at the argument that just took place.
A mother crying out in fear
A body laying on the floor; lifeless
Whats worst than losing a son.
My mind in the skies
I cry into my saxophone
As its slowly drowned out by the sirens
I think to myself, don’t worry my darling; I will be with him shortly
I pull out my gun at the end of my solo. The gun that the second I bought, it was predestined
“Don’t worry my darling”
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
With the lick of a lollipop, you gain my affection. Forgetting everything, but the saxophone in the corner, possibly the stares will stay. winter is around the corner or was it spring? I can’t remember, my mind is filled with pop rocks and soda. Stars burst as you laugh, creating juicy flavours that spill out over the world. Allowing people to laugh and cry. Jolly ranchers, farming for the last echo of your laughter. I imagine the juicy fruits crying out of joy as they pull them out of the ground and pick them from the vines. I can’t stop caring I can’t stop enjoying my time staring. Its who I am. I obsess over ones I can’t have. Its my curse. Black liquorice, filled with the dark liquor. My mind wrapped up, twizzler. I’m attracted to ones that are a shelf above me. I’m a yellow star burst, thrown into a bowl of rejected m&ms; and skittles.
Your candy flavoured lips covered in bright sugar and harden sprinkles. How many small glances does it take to get to the center of your heart. Stuck in the centre of my tootsie pop,beating on the glass made of pre chewed gum. I can’t see where I’m going. Getting my hands stuck. Replicating what you gave me the first time we met. I filled my empty stomach with sweets. Not so sweet now that I think about it. 40 winks and telephone calls, Small glances and hard gum balls. My obsession will be the end of me. From the chosen one to the brunette, to the lesbian. I’m stuck in an endless cycle of headaches and sick stomachs. All this candy wasn’t good for me.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
By Anthony Caceres
Produced By Mariol Struga
The Biggest answer to the biggest question
Why?
Why not?
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
Tokyo
By Anthony Caceres
Flashing lights, Flashing people
Blurs of the past come to haunt
Blurs of the present come to taunt
Blurs of the future come to flaunt
Sitting here by the bus stop
Watching people fly by like the airplanes above
Everybody set their bodies to fast forward
While I’m rewinding as slow as I can
Reading the latest manga as I get ****** into the lights
Like some late night ramen
I feel like I can walk on air
A skywalker
I can’t escape the death walkers
I know
But I can slow them down, to a point
With a late night text
and the horns of rampaging cars
Busses and Bikes
Awkward mannerisms
and long hikes
Tokyo is far away
But as long as your still here with me
Tokyo will forever stay
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
We all want it
Something so magnificent
So many of the songs on the radio
Waiting to be married to you
Giving people the blues
Making peoples smiles reappear
whenever your near
The rush of dopamine when they catch eyes
Cupid you sly little one
Filling those arrows with a magnificent powder
Shinier than gold
Making people melt into chowder
Finding someone
from which to grow old
Magnificent ain’t it
Cupid agrees
You can’t count
How many times he’s shot those arrows
From young to old
Male or Female
I'm going point out the obvious
Love is inescapable
So stop running you fool
Or else you’ll end up like all the others
In love with love
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC