I will wait
and ache the pain
of leftover words
and unstable remains
And I heard feet tapping.
to the beat
humming this song
played on repeat.
I will hold grip
to what you said
when your mind was hazy
waiting for bed.
And I heard feet tapping
to this lingering song.
It is getting much louder
and I seem less strong.
I don’t think Ill fall
in love again
but I will forgive you.
Forget what I said
They skipped a beat
and the song kept going
they lost the tempo
but the world kept spinning.
I know you believe
I am to blame
but i am tired of giving
all to my name.
does this song move too fast
or I go too slow
The beat is everywhere
my head will soon blow.
So I guess they're right;
it is my mind that you reign.
Time for I to walk
before I go insane.
…
insane.
….
This song
…
oh this song
…
stop the music
…
it hurts to hear
…
the truth.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
And the bird, he sang
to a rotting beat
behind missiles and prickles
and bombs thrown in the wind.
But the bird, he sang
to a lost melody
of the lack of humanity
who foreshadowed tragedy.
He whistled all he could
but the gun beat seemed to rule
and he sang to ignore,
to deny transition.
And the bird, he silenced.
The last bird flew away
up to the stars
where all the civilised remain.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Shriveled & shrunken.
Intoxicated & drunken.
Hung over & agitated.
Mild to moderate brain activity.
Common sense & basic reason lacks mental ability.
Bad with money & squanders financial stability.
Passing a psychological mental health evaluation not quite.
Kept in a straight jacket & sedated in isolation they do spit & bite.
They go through everyone's trash day & night.
They panhandle at the street lights.
They have tempers & pick fights.
Nothing they do is legal or right.
Slobs with no jobs.
They lack work ethics.
The sight & stench of them is sick.
They're sad story is lies & tricks.
Not a truth that sticks.
They cuss & their pocked face oozes ****
Their frontal lobe is filled with dust.
About telling your teacher the truth they get homicidal & make a fuss.
They drive a piece of **** car consisting of smog & rust.
Getting arrested for 365 × 3 + 2 counts of child **** is never a bust.
Keep your children away from drunks.
Some drunks get violent, beat you & lock you on a trunk.
Most pedofiles & rapists are drinkers.
Not religious or moral thinkers.
With shingles, hpv virus, ****** & boyles.
Zero morals as hideous as an ugly *** gargoyle.
Enjoy arguing, screams & shouts.
Daily drunk driving & behind the wheel blackouts.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Back in the Kindergarden times,
When we thrived on nursery rhymes,
When we were grasping our tables,
And learning morals through fables.
While studying the consonants,
And forgetting our vowels,
We'd mew like cats &hoot; like owls.
When a smile could make amends,
And bridge gaps between feuding friends.
We would conjure tales in our heads,
And carry no worries to our beds.
When we would join in a chorus and sing,
Because awkwardness was an unheard thing.
When appearances were an afterthought,
And happiness in wealth wasn't sought.
the nose would never cease to leak,
We'd prance around tongue in cheek.
Toothless grins and scabbed knees,
Were sufficient to charm and please.
With No attempts to please through flattery,
thumping your friend didn't amount to battery.
Childish mirth and innocent revelry,
is nothing but a distant memory.
So now I chide and mockingly grin,
With hope of reviving the lost child within.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Pills, pills for the mentally ill
The more you take, the worse you'll feel
So down the hatch
Yep down your throat
Very soon you'll be wearing this coat
A hug me jacket tarnished in white
With buckles and straps wound so tight
But for now some side effects I wrote
Down here on this pretty little note
Increased thoughts of suicide
And harsh voices to which you can't hide
Nausea, drooling, and anxiety too
And whoever seems to be "after you"
We'll put you to sleep
You won't make another peep
Strap you to a cozy bed where you'll slumber
Pump you till you're as cool as a cucumber
To which we'll add you to our lovely garden
No ifs, buts, or beg your pardons
What's the matter?
You seem unwell
You're as mad as a hatter
This I can tell
So don't start a spell
Don't start a clatter
We'll pick up those pieces to which your mind has shattered
Just take this pill
In fact why not stay
You're better off here anyway!
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
It's raining, it's storming
The tools are conforming
Society will be the death of me
Please pills, don't let me wake in the morning
It's sleeting, it's snowing
Their plastic smiles are glowing
Put your make up on, dignity gone
Make sure your "made in China" tag isn't showing
Its windy, the sun is shining!
Their ignorance is blinding!
No hope for mankind, I've lost my mind
There is no silver lining
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
Welcome to a world full of individuality
But don't let that fool you *** it's full of hypocrisy
So hold on dearly to your sanity
Or else you'll end up a reject thrown out just like me
Because people are only as good as society let's them be
And soon you'll see
The true beauty
In Anarchy
Because sometimes you gotta bleed in order to see clearly
Behind the masks of those who appear so cheerfully
There are scars so deep with souls so sickly
Minds corrupted by mental disease and PTSD
We don't get comfort no we don't get empathy
We can't be dragging people down because we're not their responsibility
So we continue to sing our songs on this sinking ship lost out at sea
Because we couldn't be what they wanted us to be
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
I can't be without my imagination...
meditation is to surf
through the flow of thoughts
to get more into a positive state of mind
Sometimes in negative tone
Sometimes a nightmare alone
Sometimes I am drowning
deep...
suffocating.. barely breathing
Sometimes I submerge
struggling to breathe on the surface...
Sometimes on romantic moods
Sunbathing at a scenic beach
or dancing , kissing romantically in the rain
My adventurous thoughts
my secret rendezvous...
are all mine and mine alone...
Then I am back
on my computer.. typing words
The beauty of a poet's mind
is beyond explanation...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
1. There will be a day when you will stay in your room for the entire night and feel your heart throb from whatever problems you have been phased with. I want you to feel the pain and agony of being broken. I want you to look up begging for help but nobody being there for you. I want you to sob your eyes until they are all dried out. This may sound harsh but this is feelings that are better off healing themselves instead of becoming dependent on someone else's happiness. Maybe after you do this you will have an epiphany. You will look down at your wavy brown hair and think about how small your problem truly is. Then you will learn how to mend your broken soul. Once you do so, I allow you to come out of your cocoon of misery and learn how to fly.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
I'm that guy
I'm that girl
i'm on the sidelines i see the world
i watch the plays
i sit through days
take in rays and analyze your ways
I am the one asking: how do we survive?
Don't judge the scars, you fake-tanned sheep
I've become this strong-willed Moonchild without you and your magazines
I don't need your weight-loss tips and and 25 new *** positions
So I drowned for awhile.....
we all gotta sink
hit bottom
then we can push off the rocks, break free of the waves and fly
Or maybe we make it to the surface only to float for a time and an aeon
Who will judge us for the time we spend on ourselves?
DO NOT
EVER
Become stagnant
Let your life ebb and flow
NEVER BE LONELY
your strength is within you
reach inside oh my darling reach for you own soul
don't wait for someone else to tie their strings to your beating heart
and tug
do it yourself.
you are only you
your strength and your quick wit
your lightness and love of the darker humors
the gentle touches, soft weeping
the lines of your body
and your eyes brightening when they recognize my face
You are everything you were meant to be at this moment
But in the next
EVOLVE
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC