josh-clinkenbeard
I have only been writing for a few years but I am heavily inspired by Levi the Poet. I do admit that I am really green in the poetry scene (see what I did there) and that I know absolutely nothing about poetry, academically. I just thoroughly enjoy writing and performing my pieces in front of audiences so that people can connect with my experiences. / / I am also influenced by the likes of: / The Story So Far / the Wonder Years / Avry / Alan Moore
One day you will know.
One day you might understand.
Any averageness you ache for, you will not find here.
No organization, nor solidity.
I am a whirlwin of inconsistency.
My thoughts are never ending.
My body is never resting.
These feet will never settle on solid ground.
This soil will always forbid it.
Like sinking sand, it embodies me if I give in to its suddle ease.
I'll run my race.
This never ending pursuit of wholeness.
You can't keep up.
Your desire is what keeps this earth above your eyes, where every other living soul chooses to reside.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
My mind is a motor that knows no end.
It doesn't slow down.
It is in this constant motion:
rotating.
rotating.
rotating.
rotating.
It is weighed down by what
appears to be this endless train of thought.
The real burden is that it is
**** near impossible to convert these thoughts
to ink on a page.
I just stare at my paper.
Perhaps I'll try another day.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
I don't want to be another face.
I don't want to be another name.
I want to be the beginning
and the end of every day.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
The hardest pill to swallow is knowing
that I did it to myself.
I can try to say that over stated/ cliche line:
"In the end, it was probably
for the best."
but the truth is, that it doesn't help.
My mind cannot help but wander and drift to the thoughts of you.
Your skin illuminated by moonlight.
The way you would hold me close and say goodnight.
The way we laughed and talked about the future.
About how much you were my pride.
I use to find so much peace by the oceanside,
but for the first time in my life I found that same peace
standing right next to me.
You make me feel alive.
My mom said that you were the best for me
because you brought life back to my eyes.
I always hated the city,
but seeing the joy it brought you made me want
to spend every moment I could with you.
The way you would grab my hand and lead me to
all of those special moments that you wanted to share,
and if I could, in a moment I would be right back there.
I took you for granted.
There are no apologies that I could ever pen
to help you to understand how much
I would go back and do everything over again.
I just wish that I could make you see that
you are the only oceanside I need.
If my heart is an anchor, then your heart is the sea;
for my heart longs to be weighed down to yours
for this life and all of
eternity.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
Its that sudden tightening in my chest.
It's all the things I long to let go of,
but still can't forget.
It's when my face becomes hot and beating red.
It's my palms as they begin to sweat.
Anxiety.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
I've been a construction worker
My entire adult
Life.
Still, I cannot
Seem to rebuild
Her confidence.
I've been a poet for
As long as I can
Remember,
But my encouraging
Hollow-point-words shatter
Against her insecure kevlar.
Suppose all I can be is
Sunlight, water and
Soil.
I'll try that; I've been a
Farmer's boy since
Birth.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
My mom found a box in our garage that was chalked full of my past.
Isn't it kinda funny reminiscing on things you thought that were meant to last?
I sacrificed so much and gave everything I have, only to realize that in the end, it's all smoke and ash.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Something about the ocean that draws the most emotion out of my being.
I can stare for hours at its beauty.
The way it's never ending and unstoping maybe.
I'm so envious of its consistency and mystery.
How beautiful it sleeps and how gracious it awakes.
To be one with the sea is happiness to me.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Sometimes the temptation to succumb to you is far too strong for me to bare.
I long to feel some sense of numbing and I know that caving into you will accomplish just that.
Then I face the harsh reality that at some point I will have to suffer.
Rather it now or later, I will have to open myself to that hurt and heal.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
There are days when the rage I prayed to dissipate somehow finds its way from the deep secluded corners of my brain and throws itself violently onto the blank pages of my notebook.
It's always on those days when I hear the Oceanside call my name but I refrain from seeing her because I am far too occupied with chipping myself away at this deadend job that doesn't provide the way that I need it to pay.
It's always on the days when I can't reach her shore that I ***** myself to this imitation of peace. To all the things I want but know it will never satisfy the need to feel that cool ocean breeze, the smell of seaweed and that saltwater against my feet.
There is no place in the valley for a boy who fell in love with the ocean and left his heart at sea.
Like can't you see that the only time I feel whole is when all the broken pieces that make up me is standing on that cliffside. Apart from filling out my blank pages and pouring my heart out onto these stages, that cliffside will always be home.
There is not a day that I'm away that I don't sit and think about the power of the waves. Do you ever think about the power of the waves? How they come in, crash and carry all of my burdens, pain and frustration away. God I just want to get away.
I will always sit up on that cliffside in a mystery as I gaze out upon your vast deep blue see and wonder how in the midst of my chaos, that you are somehow my peace.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC