Words... Words... Words...
You pollute the air with facts
Trivia, facts, retellings of stories
Already familiar to us and to them.
Sound... Sound... God Awful sound...
Like every moment needs to be saturated
With clanking or yapping or recitations.
If only I could speak just for the ability to ask you
To Please... Stop.. Talking.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
If God exists,
I’m going to hell.
If God doesn’t,
I’m already there.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
I want to swim in an ocean of logic
and love with abundance of feeling.
But love doesn't come easily
to those who think (maybe too much).
And heartache comes slowly
to those who are slow to fall in love.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
Love is different
for the overly expressive than
for logical people
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
you HAVE to go
you HAVE to stay
you HAVE to work
you HAVE to play
you HAVE a time
you HAVE a say
you HAVE a chance
you HAVE a day
you HAVE an opinion
you HAVE a way
Will you let it all go
for today?
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
I'm not quite out of time,
but I'm well out of words.
I'm not yet out of patience,
but I'm well out of motivation.
I'm not quite out of love,
but I'm well over you.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
freedom, relative
upon what you cannot have
or achieve, today
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Question and question and question
Me, Closed off because I don’t
Want to break down in front of you
Every time I see you.
Closed off Because
I believe…
There’s more to life than
Problem after problem
Struggle after struggle.
Failure after failure.
Because I… Believe in hope
Because I’d rather talk about the beauty
Seen in the lives around me
Hope and pain and hurt all around in other people
And you want me to talk about myself..
Maybe I am closed off,
Because I don’t want to
Carry a box of mirrors.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
I don~t understand love poetry sometimes,.?
Yup… Flowers, Favorite Moments, The Whole Shebang
Gentlemen write things like “Rocking you in my arms brings be great tingles of joy”
And women, I quote, say “Protection and safety are found in your presence”
Yeah… The stereotype is lovely.
Poets and optimists alike eat up the rhythm and emotion.
Yet why?
What do we want?
What do we look for?
Who cares?
I guess anti~lovers would say.
Me maybe?
Yes I believe in love,
Yes I have felt it~s evil pangs
And seen it~s effects.
What of them?
Each generation the same.
Each lover alike in thought
“Can~t live without you”
“Miss you to death and life and back again”
What do we want?
Don~t know.
Don~t need to.
Just know I don~t want it.
Don~t want a lover.
Holding someone tight doesn~t define your life or mine.
But What Does?
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
How do I love you?
When every fibre in my being
SCREAM
Against you?
How do I long to please you?
When you’ve never done
ONE THING,
For me?
How do I not despise you?
When your mouth determines to
REVILE
Every word I say?
How can something good come from me?
When I am so prone to hate
EVERYONE
Were it not for inspired love?
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC