I've stumbled upon the pristine song
the song that narrates what occurred to you
it is a shame that the lack of courage you had
to explain things to me was replaced
by nights of self doubt and questioning
a maze with no end because I
myself
didn't even know what the exit was supposed to ensemble
Apparently, it didn't have an appearance but a melody
A song gave me closure after months of distress
all the jointed to form the apology
that I wasn't worthy of by your lame standards
I hope that in the near future you collect
particles of bravery to tell people around you
how you feel instead of blaming them for your torment
-JB
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
The darkness is taking over me
eradicating herself within the valley of my being
slowly burning away the garden
my guardians cared for centuries
Nights are getting insufferably longer
more so when there's no starry sky
Clouds are accumulating all around
as ivy thoughts that drown the grace within
Do I stand to all
facing the adversity
me, myself, I have harbored
Even if that means looking at a mirror
Embracing the thought of me becoming
my own worst fear
If doing that means flowers will blossom again
Bring the black mirror
and along, my golden hammer
for I will tear this witch down
even if it means wrenching my soul away
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
When the value of what
You might add in a conversation
Is the same of that of a dying sorrow
Share it with the lamenters and the widows
For the ones with our heads onward and ahead
Have little time for a useless need in our heads
Useless ****** are abundance in this world
But dears, the only things
that look good doing nothing are statues
And your looks would pass ignored by the greeks, french, romans, and even the barbarians
Please, do mind me, this is the simplest insult
For the ones that prefer to glue their *****
Watching life passing by and the world spinning through
If there's so little you can do
Why don't you do us a favor and fly off
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
Lie number one
She saw you first
I saw you first
I admired all your brilliance first
Buried the sentiment deep within
Along with any sympathy towards you
In order to devour the whole of your company
Without any regret, holding back my breath
Lie number two
I hate your goofiness
There's nothing that takes me faster to the moon
That your innocence and your pathetically bad jokes
Your smile is the contradiction of nonsenses
and fierce ideologies that find home at the back of my mind
Lie number three
You are an idiot
Maths and arguments are your playground
In the swings we go back and forth
Even when I tell you are wrong
You will always be Sir right
Rolling down the road we go
Difference being the ways we take
You roll with her
And I feel nothing but abandoned
Lie number four
I love to intimidate you
Call it cliche but in mocking you
I find the comfort of living within you
You'll never forget the bully that I am to you
When you were to reach your golden era
You'll go back to these years
And perhaps you'll see the irony in all of my doings
Lie number five
You are a blissful couple
The heavens know how much I've degenerate
All the events of your relationship
The way she handles you
Is a mockery to my face
You don't deserve it but you own it
As if everything that she gives to you
Were nothing less than treasures and gold
Her hostility is anonymous to my wishes
A few nights I've imagined filling her place
I've imagined your attentive gaze making love to my features
I've imagined your hands caressing timidly my own
I've imagined me being your number one fan
But the only place in the stadium of your heart
is already fill by her profane soul
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
When i listen to you
I feel as if I were lending my ears to someone else
Someone who wants to listen to your stories
Someone who is not me
Someone's place I'm trying to fill
When I talk to you
Words seem more complex than Pascal
Deciphering what to say becomes a paradox
Do I shamelessly arrange my cards in the box
Or do I pass the turn to another personality
Reuniting time to form the perfect reasoning
When I see your cherry lips
There's no contradictions
To what I'll will taste
Nothing but what she left
Your saliva, her saliva, and mine
Colliding creating the perfect test
What will be my answer
Do I ignore her manner in you
Or do I make you spit
Until everything of hers cease to exist
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
*Ego when bruised
Walks with a limp
Its eyes watery
Shamefaced, gait wobbly
It can easily be knocked of
It’s feet, as its legs suddenly
Appear spindly, malnourished
I guess starved of necessary fiber
And nutrition. I wonder if it’s got a spine
No wonder all it does is whine
When splashed with hot water.*
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
It feels great!
we thank each other
for remaining friends
for yet another trying day.
as morning light peeps
through the window
we keep our faith
in each other firm.
when
the evening light
fades on to
long stormy darkness,
each take out
poems written by
the other and reads aloud,
when a poem brakes loose
from it's shackles and touch
somewhere; an unknown
depth, where pearls are found
or a lost treasure is to be retrieved,
Epiphany strikes,
we are melded together
with one vision of beauty
we are sadness
kissed by the lovely
light of hope,at the
right moment that
was about to slip down
from a precipice.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Your snowflake sense takes over
You still can't let go of this pullover
Winter, my dear, your coldness do not ceases
petrified each time that my glance moves towards you
Are you always this insensible, dear mine?
Or is it just to catch up my attention
as the flowers that aren't born on your lips
You will not flower your way into my heart again
Enviable guts you must have
to play summer while
frivolous voices consume you inside
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
My emotional compass is losing its gravitational pull ...
At times the direction dies still. At other times, it spins madly.
I feel like I'm being crushed between two walls and drowned within thunder-clapping waves. Yet, on the surface of my ocean, the glass waters reflect a serene, tranquil light of the full moon hugging its night sky.
I'm uncertain. I’m indecisive. I run away to the farthest, darkest corner of the forest. I also flee to the highest peaks and hide under sunlight.
I'm not fearful of destruction. I'm fearful of being destructive. I tend to destruct myself by destructing the souls I cherish most. Nightmares of finding myself in abandoned emptiness haunt me. I fear being left, so I walk away. I fear being loved deeply, so I push them away. And this ... this is where I become destructive.
I say I’m seeking peaceful stability, when truthfully...? My soul is gushing across the ends of the earth all at once. Maybe I find peace in the chaos. Maybe I just feed on chaos.
I throw my soul into the deepest wells of love. I find myself abruptly climbing back to the surface, clawing my way up those walls. And just as I nearly reach the top, I intentionally let go of myself only to fall back in. The record breaks on replay.
I gather myself, set the records straight then let them role into chaos once more. Once More replays itself endlessly through the space and time of my existence, and my life turns into a repetition of these "once more" chaotic events. Secret be told, I think I enjoy all of this. All so exciting and lively at that moment. Alas, dreadful at points of reality checks. Lifeless at the destination.
So…? I gather myself and set the records straight again ... once more ... once more, again ... and again ...
Helpless. But wild.
Wild. But easily tamed.
Tamed. But cannot be owned.
Gently handle my being. I'm too stubborn ... Even with my own self. Yet, I also feel ever so delicate and fragile. I can easily break at my own grip.
I’ll tell you how …
It's all in the simplicities - which can also turn into complexities - found in the sun’s golden hour. Yellow rays against my skin. Illuminated dust particles dancing through my fingers. A warm whisper. That bold dive. Grab me by the extremes.
Right now .. I think I’m coming up with a case of the blues.
So, come … Dip me not in the rainbow, but in the *** of gold at the far end.
Take me all the way ... The noise, it enchants me.
Be still my heart, it’s him … Chaos.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
I love when people,
think they can do no wrong.
Think they're in charge,
of everyone else's fate.
Hurt just feel
a sense of superiority.
But,
you see,
when you play with fire,
you will get burned.
And if you play with a rose,
you will get the thorns.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC