calebajohnson
32/M/Arkansas
I am a high school science teacher and artist in my spare time. I'm interested in small things that don't catch the eye, but which are the essence of all that we are and experience. I focus mostly on poetry, folk songwriting and traditional woodworking.
What will it be like to be dead?
I imagine peace
But not the sort that makes you pretend
I imagine comfort
But not the sort that makes you crave action
I imagine oneness,
But not the kind that makes you feel lost
I imagine silence.
But not the type that makes you crave noise
I imagine stillness
But not the type that makes you restless
I imagine emptiness
But not the type that makes you feel alone
I imagine nothingness
But not the kind that makes you hungry for stuff
I imagine
And then, I do not
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
Another day
Another dime
Another useless
Unheard rhyme
Another day
another dime
On the ladder
I do not pretend to climb
Another day
another dime
Another way for me
To waste my time
Another day
another dime
I make a dollar for you
And lose some of mine
Another day
another dime
I bear the burden
Of your wimpy spine
Another day
another dime
The suffering you leave
Is your greatest crime
Another day
Another dime
There will be no justice
It's all broken this time
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 5:47 PM UTC
It's absolutely crushing
The weight of this boulder
It grinds me down
To a gritless powder
Like an old grain mill
Down by the creek
past that yonder hill
Is this even worth it
Is this the way Cohen would say it?
Cohen was great
And there have been others
Worth reading until late
When the eyes strain
And blood bursts the vein
But is this that?
Or am I just average
Only that?
And no, it is not
The way he would have thought
But it's how I did
It came from under my lid
And why isn't that enough
Its how I ******* said it
And isn't that enough?
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
Your evil made me hungry
and I'm coming back for more
I don't even give a ****
That you don't like the poor
You can go ahead and **** someone
If it will start this war
I've been starving for so long
I just can't take it anymore
Your evil made me hungry
And I'm coming back for more
_________
Even if I don't catch a break
At least I'll know what it was for
I don't care to have a Cadillac
As long as you don't get to have yours
I'll turn my back on everyone
If they won't quit what's made me sore
Because your evil made me hungry
And I'm coming back for more
_________
I'll do whatever you tell me to
I'll be your favorite *****
I'll show you all my anger
And be a bigoted bore
Just as long as you don't forget me
And relish in my gore
Because your evil made me hungry
And I'm coming back for more
_________
I don't need no learning of facts
From someone who knows more
There is no one who can take
From me what I've been looking for
Even if you prove me wrong
I'll believe it even more
Because your evil made me hungry
And I'm coming back for more
_________
Now the boys in blue have turned
And thrown me to the floor
And you won't even look at me
You don't need me anymore
But that's ok because I broke it all
Those ******** who we tore
From their exalted places
From their more noble lore
It was your evil made me hungry
And I will always come back for more
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
I was just too angry to see
That what you were going through
Was the same things as me
I was just too angry to see
That what was lost wasn't just you
But also me
I was just too angry to see
That what I missed was not the trinkets
But the gone of we
I was just too angry to see
That the injury was not minor
But was deep as can be.
I was just too angry
To see
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
Red white and blue
Red white and blue
How my heart wanted
To be true
But your devotion to me
Is not what mine was to you
Red white and blue
How I wish I could be true
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
The clock on the wall is busted
I don't think I'll fix it
What causes the hours to fly?
Maybe our trespass to count it
The clock on the wall is slow
I don't think I'll speed it up
Why am I always so stressed?
It could be I am possessed
The clock on the wall has stopped
I don't think I'll start it
Why can't I not be still?
Perhaps that machinery is my ill
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
I tried once
To be what I am not
Gave myself a shove
Tried to be forgot
My shape shifted
And for a moment
I was grifted
I cannot
Be what I am
Not
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
All I ever get is your ashes:
The macaroni dinner you burned,
The last part of your jokes,
The short end of your smokes,
And the last ones will be in your urn.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
Some people are told
Never to return
They feel the firm clasp
That shoves them into the cold
But for me, you were silent
Your lips sealed, reproachful
And I learned to wear a heavy coat
To insulate from your malcontent
Your words like poisoned kool aid
Sweet and easy on the throat
But when I left I felt the cyanide
And the hole inside you made
Now I'm free and don't have to hide
My beautiful self from disgusted eyes
And though you did not say "disowned"
Your silence showed me the road
But **** you and your family too
This is much better for me
I don't care about you
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC