People swear and people lie
Grow up thinking you're one of a kind
People laugh and people cry
We all have scars we try to hide
She has a past and he has no future
Wish that your skin was a little smoother
Trace the lines with a blade
Starring at the sky that has started to fade
People swear and people lie
Wonder when it's my turn to die
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter
Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei
An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter
I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems
that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
I'm numb.
I succumb.
I become
None.
Not who I was -
Not a variation.
I forfeit
I distort
Perceptions,
Recollections.
I weave
I believe
I tried.
Endless;
I'll end this.
Extend this -
Pretend for this,
I'll choose.
For who?
- Not who I was,
Nor possibilities.
But facilities:
Could they fix I?
Would they dare try?
Under a dark sky
I'll wonder why:
It's daylight outside
but I'm surrounded by
deep waves of
endless
night.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
short and sweet!
(MAYBE WE SHALL HAVE
"ONE MORE DAY")
death is the only thing i know
and you, too
here
(yes, you are)
short and sweet, LOVE
yes,
you, too
are here
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Im sad.
Im empty.
Do you know how it feels?
Im useless.
Im worthless.
Do you know how it feels?
I need help.
Your help.
Help me.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC