I hear taste. It yells flavor at me
I see smells, they tell me secrets
I don't comprehend what I know
I know what I don't
My apathy is active
I swim in air, fly in water
Rain dances in me
When I am tall, I am short
I write heroic poems that never save
When I try to rewrite poems, they never hear the same
The sky pulls me with great force, towards outer-space that is inner-space
This inner-space whirls in a bubble that doesn't pop
In this dimension, pop stars don't pop
They super nova
And become new heroes
I see behind my eyes
With my pen
This tool can dig deeper than depth
Can reach further than space exists
Nothingness is something
But only in the way that it is the only thing that is not
Thus it
Is not present anywhere
If nothing exists, than this poem doesn't
And if this poem doesn't exist
Than a lot of teddy bears died for no reason
Stop
Trying
To
Make
Sense
And just sense, and then make
Create
Construct
Destroy
Combust
And then
Start all over again
Because when you lay in ruins, it is simply an opportunity
To do things differently this time
And create a new poem
Out of the old ones ashes
Feel the tunes of the moment, and absorb them
Let intuition take control
I gulp these vibrations, these airwaves
And let their music
Accompany my drum
Together they prepare me
For the battles to come.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Grimly smiling
At this leg of the race how'd you think I got it made
Done had me some power but never got paid
I volunteered my hours while being mentally slayed
Brain slashed so I lashed out by never sleeping though life always layed me out
Knocked down, ears ringing
Is this my calling?
To stand up taller, am I meant to be a crawler?
I'm not a zombie, I'm just hurt
That you'd think I can't escape the fate set on me, I don't live in hell but I feel burnt
I don't watch burnt movies on the disc though, wouldn't fit in at the disco
I stream em online, I want to get fit but I'm too busy waiting for the video to load
Then the **** thing lags, maybe it's a sign
To use my legs and get buffer
But I didn't brace myself to be cast in this role
Done capped my knees durability and out came my knee cap
Then people finally noticed that I was hurt, but it wasn't my limb they should've been concerned about
But I'm not here to pout, hell I'm getting help
I'm just here to say
When you're ready to give up
Life hits you even harder
To remind you that you're tougher than any doubt you've ever had
You can handle more than even a hurt body, brain, or mind
You ain't dead till you die
You ain't high till you fly
You ain't ahead until you try
It's a lot like rugby, even when the magic rug be out of reach
You can still be a-lad-in joy
There's something about dodging and taking hits that's enthralling
Chaos is beauty
If you don't just let it be but let yourself succeed
A little sweat and blood to get the lead
In the rain wet and loud, passions what I bleed
And obstacles are what my slightly enlarged heart pumps, what it beats
But sometimes I'm choking on led
My lungs are the weapon that gave me a shot, and onlookers say "You're rhymes have no pattern B, so the way you write things is awk, see?
How's this for an ox-c *****
I'm suffocating on oxygen
Asthma attack at nine months old didn't stop me, a close call they said
But more like a call received
Because looking back now I know my purpose
Is to breathe
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Seen something move out the corner of my eye
Can’t tell the difference between dreams and real life
Maybe that’s why I got such unrealistic visions
They tell me to create a real list of things I could be
But I ainte a realist, because life’s too silly to sit around waiting for the reel to end
They don’t see what I see
These pupils are blood shot with conformity stuck up their rear ends
They just live a broken hope smothered in icing, while I sit on the ledge
My brains got no drive these days, see it flies eh, I’m livin’ on a flaming jet
They keep asking me to flash my knowledge
Maybe that’s why they call it a mind-set
But hell, I only know ledge, never seen over the hedge
Is the grass greener?
I don’t know, I haven’t smoked it yet
I felt high above but then life got plain and crashed into the edge
Of the Earth
And I rose again like smoke does when things get heated
And I know the Earth isn’t flat, it’s got a nice set of behemoths
Ones Mount Everest
And then there’s me mounting every verse until I’ve fulfilled my thirst
Eating creativity alive and only leaving behind the skeletons
So when they pile up you can identify their behinds and come find me in my cabin
Would you like to see my trophies mounted?
Dates below from when they were founded?
They weren’t found, they were downed
And only a fool would mount’em
I’d rather stack’em and climb’em like a mountain
And prove I’m the chest of the world
Look inside and find golden albums
… What the **** that was a weird dream
REM sleep sure knows how to deceive
And it left me with such a cliff-hanger too
Or should I say aircraft hangar
To store my fly art in ‘er
Feels like I was at a witch-craft banger
I’m feelin cursed as I spell
Feels like the devils got my voodoo doll
Maybe that’s why I’m on fire
I’m so tired my words tie together in red
The line between my dreams and reality is ceasing to exist
My two worlds dance, my thoughts prance and draw blood, in a beautiful dissonance
It’s only when I’m half asleep that I’m truly awake to my passionate presence
Insomnia is a curse and a blessing
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
I'm a poet full time
I serve these sentences; they're my bloodlines
These killer rhymes got me behind iron bars
It's ironic because these bars save me from myself, rub' em together and get a spark
My self-expression serves as an anecdote to it's opposite act
Harm can't touch me when I don't react
I'm not playing, when I'm on fire like this you better take a picture, and frame
Because my ingenuity could snap, and fall short of fame
This prison jumpsuit is plane
And I'm about to jump out, in fact
I feel like I'm fallin', with no aim
But, I'm really flying, posing for headshots; I can’t be shot down because they’ll always underestimate their window of time as I escalate to higher panes
It's all perspective; everything ends up dyeing somehow
But why describe a story by its finish with the multi-personality mayhem
When you could define it by the ****** elevating like hemp, laughin, but they’ll know I’m not kidding at the end
'Sept I'm just sprouting up like its may
ahem listen up because this is just the beginning, elementary, first day
And I'm already spittin like I should be exspelled,
Kicked out, never schooled, hell
Just take over the game like I got a monopoly held hostage
Got Scotian Power, I'm overcharged and tired of these sellouts ******* the page
This ainte a hoes stage
By *** I mean any tool who never dag
Never worked and got their hands ***** for little pay
So step aside, or a circle, surround me like sharks
Try and tare me apart, and I'll just write about it
That’s art, you'll self destruct in your jealous rage
You're baked if you think you're stopping me, when you were born they said, "this pie sees"
***** I'm a Pisces, this is my age
Too late to stop, already took out the cleaver and pulled up my sleeves
Fuckin' getting my peace
And don't be shocked by my curse words please
There's a reason my poetic heart monitor goes beep, beep, beep
Because to peak, I have to express these things
It's called my life line for a reason, I use it when I need the audience to know
That I'm going to deep
To the microscopic level
So you can see the demons that keep this ***** beating
And you'll know I flat lined
When I leave something unsaid
Because I don't shoot blanks until I've done my time
That is why I never make the last sentence rhyme
Because I won't stop writing until I die
So, as long my poem ends like this, you'll know I haven't yet served my life sentence.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
*A picture captures a moment, a moment captures an emotion, and an emotion captures a thought.
This thought is released below*
Listen to your heart and live to the beat, for its rifts can make paths through red oceans.
Feel your blood pump, as it fuels your brain, thus provoking your thoughts to recall the words of a poem written in the purest and most vulnerable state of mind
The mindset that lets your emotions surface from their sea bottom structures, because once upon a time you sank and could see bottom structures to hide away feelings in
So you did
Now your passion is in reeling them in to feel real
It feels ironic that you are now breaking those iron bars surrounding the things you once rounded up and surrendered to the depths
In fact, you still render them into the abyss so at times you can act, leaving your thoughts in the mist
It's beautiful, in its completely illogical sense that somehow after a full cycle you can see it's ingenious
Your muse is a renewable resource, and for every poisonous barrel that sinks, there is a little inspirational magic that floats back up and drives you to write tirelessly until your mind is again at peace
These words, like blood, are seen in all their power, at the surface
This art, like the vanes of a windmill going up and down, shall not die in vain, these arteries and veins run deep and drive me sane
Wherefore art thou, Axiomighty
I often ponder as I travel yonder
But I've grown fonder of the idea that I may never know
So long as for when it's complete
I have put on a show.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
I hope you dare
To lean over a cliffs edge
Just to imagine what it might feel like to float through air
Until meeting what is inevitable
Some day
I hope someone deserving finds you
In your shell
And opens it up to find the pearl within
And doesn't steal it
But just stares
Mesmerized
I hope you know
That i'll miss you
Like a leaf misses it's branch when it sways to the ground gently
Only realizing how much it needed the support of a branch to hold it
Up
Rather than facing the true gravity of the situation that is your absence
It fades away
I know you
But I don't know you
I need you
But I won't die without you
Well maybe just a little
And sure new presences will soften the blow
Like how the first poem I heard you read blew me away
Now it feels like I'm being taken
By force
The force of wanting to escape all I've ever known
I just wish you were soon to be known instead of soon to be roaming yonder
So all I can do is hope you fall
Just so you can call
And remind me that even the strongest women
Have bad days
And true best friends can never really separate
If comforts me to know that in some alternate dimension
In some other place
We might be sharing poetry
For an infinite amount of days
Because if there was a place with no time
What would be our excuse not to chill and vibe off highs from listening to eachothers metaphors and rhymes
For like
A good solid day
Every week
And I had to sneak a kiss
After your peck on the cheek
Just to know if the instrument that formed so many beautiful sentences
Was real
And now I know
You're the most genuine person I may ever meet
And now I know I can't ever let go of your hands
As we balance on this tight rope
So long as my heart still beats
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
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**** Butterflies
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
There is a candle burning in the dead of night
Shining brighter than any other light
The smell of wild fills the air
Leaving the towns people without a care
A starry night fills the woods around
Leaving nothing but quiet for this town
A cabin of wood sits on a hill
Leaving everything and everyone standing still
The town peaceful, but full of secrets
That only the residents could truly see it
The visitors that came by, could never believe
How such a small town can be so full of grief
What's there to cry about in a peaceful town?
A place with no laws or rules that bound
When voyagers enter, they feel at home
They do not know what is a stake in modern Rome
The people so stagnant stare on with blank faces
Waiting for the visitors to feel their silent graces
The people of this town have seen so many bleed
So many vanished to the works of creed
And in every citizen is a little guilt
For the evil motives on which the town was built
For when a group of tourists stay in the cabin on the hill to sleep
They do not know that tourists is that on which the towns people
feed
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
Now
What do I write now
Now...
After everything before and before everything ahead
Now...
All the places I'd rather be than bed
Now...
All the lives I'd rather have lived instead
Most people don't admit regret
But everyone has some regrets
Looking back
Now...
I regret every minute since I've left childhood
I wish I held on a little bit longer
Just a few more years of fear being the monsters in the basement
Just a few more months of saving the world from aliens and zombies on a daily basis from my backyard
Just a few more weeks of being brave enough to confront someone threatening to stab me, without hesitation
Just a few more days of knocking on doors and running away
Just a few more hours of feeling absolutely badass for staying up all night
Just a few more minutes of being able to have a girlfriend and not talking to her at all, mostly because you're too nervous
One more moment of feeling invincible
Feeling okay
Going to bed with a smile on my face
Instead of a frown under my mask
But time, time catches up
The clock goes on, and at some point
I wook up, to a much smaller world
A depressing world
Where crying everynight became pointless
Where the pencil pressed so heavily on the paper it became pointless
As I tried to write my way back into adolescence
Where the only kid I knew that flied to never ever land was Peter Pan
Not my friend on LSD who never wanted to grow up
Who could blame him
The closest I come to back when friends were forever and crush referred the cute girl in class and not crushing up grass
The closest I come
Is now...
As I open thy boundaries of my mind to limitless displays
With this wordplay, an aresenal of dictionary words, **** **** n' all
Now...
I may not be bliss with all I've seen
But atleast these sentences have no hierarchy
Through these lines
I am free
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
I know happiness is the ultimate goal
I know our potential to matter is limitless
I know the universe is infinite
I know that we're never the person we were a fraction of time ago
The fact is the only thing that is what we are, is our memories
Our memories help us choose a future
Our memories help us to reminisce
Our memories remind us of what we planned to do and didn't
They remind us if what we planned to do and did, and did so thoroughly we're proud like ants who take down scorpions
We may work better together but hey
Look at what I just did alone
Because its alone that we find out what were made of
It's as an individual we find out
we will make it
Sometimes I wonder how far I'll make it
But my past is always there to remind me, that everything I stack falls down
Everything I lack, might never come around
But thats okay, I'm not going in circles anymore
Sometimes I hear the wind say owe
As it hits the window
And I open up to see what's wrong
I soon find out it's trying to find out how to runaway from the sun
And I say, if you can't take the heat get out of the sky
And then it swoops back to me and whispers
I try
My past is always here to remind me
Everytime I slack, I get more down
And everytime my hope is hit by apathy's flak, my persona continues to crack, and revealed is a bigger frown
Tonight I lay on my ********
Wondering if my life will ever be on track
And if I even want it to
My past is always here to remind me
That my battles bring hope back around
That my good knights bring doubt to the ground
That these vessels of words forge royal sounds
That hard ships sculpt crowns
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC