nothing seems to be happening
and so i;ve lost contact with big
pretty
poetic words
and what am i supposed to do,
sO?
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
i waited for all the people on the streets
to return home
as i climbed up onto the roof
from a ladder on the balcony
and watched as the moon rise,
for nothing to happen.
yet another clear night.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
You know that voice inside your head,
That whispering ***** that wants you dead,
A hell grip tease, knows every fault,
That sly little snitch that you can’t halt.
A slick negotiate this voice of yours,
Knows the Band-Aid tricks that you adore,
Rough *** play drugs, drink all day,
Says **** yourself, you’re a throw-a-way.
So listen crisp, you’ve got an outside chance,
Shit-can the guilt and the worry romance,
Stoke this moment, jive the second you’re in,
Don’t end your life, let the ****** begin.
It’s a hollow *** world, we all wearing shells,
Hard knocks, beat downs, sad farewells,
So write your **** make your memories scream,
Claim your poem, tip type the bad dreams.
We can’t make it easy but we can hear,
A community listens, maybe offer a tear,
It’s a bruise harsh life, so take this hand,
Black and white your **** no reprimand.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
it's been a long time since i wrote;
on notebooks i have words and some
cursive letters --
as i try to figure out the font of my name--
but i never truly write.
i kept staring at the walls and, somehow,
the room shrunk,
but i told myself i was okay.
even with this much space i could never suffocate.
i'm too scared to think about death.
then the walls keep staring back at me,
and the starry lights make me
starry-eyed,
starry-mind;
lost in dreams
of things
again.
i get so lost in thought of life
that i forget to start living mine.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
No one else has ever felt this,
And at the same time, I know everyone has.
I'm so far away from home and it's lonely.
But tonight as we drove home,
You fell asleep on me and I couldn't help but
Think of how much I love your hands.
Is that weird?
Your hands are so familiar,
They have a piece of home in them,
And when I hold them.
The loneliness goes away.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
here i am
pondering human existence
and loneliness;
such a universally desolate moment;
i am here.
to question the matters of
who i am, where i am
and why am i
i started the moment i start;
at the briefest encounter of warmth
i retract myself completely.
knowing that to know
is knowing too much
i realized i am emptied
a void of knowledge;
incompletely, i drift on
like the sputnik II.
as it orbits the earth
without a meaning
without a song,
and what does it see
when laika looks out
to the vast darkness?
what does it think?
these
are the questions
of my sleepless nights.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
I want to lay beside you,
warmly near,
gently coo into your ear
and hold you
close
I want to trace a finger
down your hips,
press my mouth against your lips
and let it
linger
I want to nibble at your skin,
rose petal soft,
taste of your sweetest sin
and leave you
longing
I want all of this to be,
but
your skin crawls
away from
me
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
I thirst in my search
for words
that came first
in verse and in song
what's been here all along
since Peking (wo)Man
singing in the womb
at Zhoukoudian
when the first moon climbed
above branches frozen in time -
our rhythm and rhyme -
a memory of a memory
of the history
of how a poem came to be.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
I want to confess
whisper all my secrets
admit to all my lies
tell you every fantasy
that hides behind my eyes
I want to lay my heart wide open
then rest my head upon your lap
and pour out every burden
that my soul is holding back
but I close my eyes and breathe
get a handle on my need
I force a smile and say
just two words,
“I’m O.K.”
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
i almost texted
"good morning i can't sleep"
to you
i guess it was a habit.
then i remembered
you are living a different life that i'm not a part of
anymore, not within nor without.
but that's okay,
we'll be strangers with some memories,
if i miss you
then that's my fault.
so,
good morning, i can't sleep.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC