orien-autumn
American
I love nature and everything about it, yet for long tracks of time I find myself locked in Detroit. A city of broken concrete, twisted steel, and yellow nights. / Hopefully I will disappear over the summer and return in the fall with some new poems that aren't so influenced by the city. / / For anyone who wants to know a bit of my background, I was born and raised in Marquette Michigan. This experience has defined me as a person, not many have spent their time as children jumping from waterfalls or meeting black bears, and If you ever see a naked man skinny dipping in lake Superior there's a good chance that it's me. I still spend my summers there but I go to school in Detroit and Wayne State University and the city life is rather odd and the concrete environment is rather new to me. If you have any questions or just want to talk feel free to send me a message.
There's a simpleness to Saturn, as it shines into night.
Dancing all through Virgo, bouncing off the light.
I viewed it through a telescope, hidden in the stars.
Then I turned to the west, and saw the red man Mars.
After which I looked for the man on the moon, sitting in his glow.
But sadly though he did not show.
Then with a sigh I realized, that tonight there was no moonrise.
And all there was, was darkness, burning in my black eyes.
So I moved into a field of green.
To get the view of what's unseen.
I saw the north west sky beyond the trees.
My curiosity had reached at it's peak.
For there lay the bright and glorious Venus.
And all the land that lay between us.
She shined and put the stars to shame.
As if she won the cosmic game.
But when I looked I gave a shiver.
Because her brightness, was just a sliver.
And so I stood there in a daze.
Caught between her crescent phase.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
I love America,
I love Americans,
It's our diversity that makes us strong.
To attack us is to attack yourself.
I feel safe here.
I love the trees, and streams, and lakes.
I love the seas, and bars, and late summer nights.
I love the winter, I love the snow.
I love my girlfriend, although I wont tell her so.
Yes America is a wonderful place,
a utopia that spans earths face,
but even a utopia has things,
Things I hate.
I hate Democrats.
**** them.
I hate Republicans.
**** them too.
I hate gas cars.
**** them.
I hate coal,
**** that.
There's solar,
and wind,
an infinite source,
Why not become energy dependent?
I hate the current drinking age.
**** being under 21.
I hate the Cuban embargo.
They seem like good people.
I hate the drug wars.
**** them.
I hate the oil wars.
**** them too.
I hate the education system.
**** it.
There should be more days,
In every school year.
I hate college.
**** it.
It's so expensive.
Why not make it free?
I like the police,
they protect me,
but they also hurt me,
**** them.
I like prisons,
but I don't think they solve social problems,
So **** them,
We should find something better.
I hate unemployment.
**** it.
Everybody's useful.
Why can't we find a use for so many people.
I hate the government.
**** them.
**** big brother.
**** their plans and schemes.
We need a new government.
One that fixes problems.
One that finds solutions.
One without corruption.
I hate abandoned buildings,
there are so many,
I hate cement,
I hate highways.
I enjoy hunting,
I love guns,
but guns serve one purpose,
To destroy.
**** guns.
**** bombs.
**** tanks.
**** the military.
I hate the military.
Trillions of dollars up in flames.
We could have fixed the world.
But we destroyed it instead.
We could put all children through college,
We could take all children out of poverty,
We could keep all children safe,
But we don't.
I love America,
It's a great place,
I love other Americans,
They're good people.
But I hate Americans
I hate myself.
So **** me,
and **** you!
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
The world's at your fingertip,
The midnight air grows heavy,
If you don’t want to take the trip,
Then go ahead and tell me.
Because I’m hurt and lost and never found
There's hearts on strings
Hear them pound
To think, and think, of better things
Things that make it better,
Take sips until you can feel the air,
and wonder why you left her...
Her lips, her touch, her laugh, her hair,
And all that makes things better.
Then with a crush, fall to the ground
That bottle’s like your throttle
It just spins, and spins, going round,
Spinning, spinning to the ground
This thing, my heart, will keep me up through night
I wont fall asleep, I don't feel right,
All I want is that dreamy ocean,
Which never, never happens,
Cause I’m lost, I’m lost, I’m in a fight,
With myself, and with my might.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
Your emotions crumble………… like bricks of clay.
Colored………… every shade of grey.
A lucid dream,
A graveyard screams.
Your love is on my tombstone.
The sky is now a yellow foggy snow.
The ground is colder than your heart.
I’m so alone, walking slowly, softly, moaning, and growing weary? Tired? Ill?
I’m made with broken pieces. I’m filled with broken hearts. If I was smart I’d **** this pain. I’d drown in alcohol.
Falling, falling, falling, falling, and falling, without hope.
I called your name five times and woke.
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
I have not seen the month of May.
I have not seen the sun.
You have seen all my shades of grey.
You are the optimistic one.
My bed feels like a quiet tomb.
My bedroom is a cage.
Your eyes so bright they light the room.
And melt away my rage.
My skin feels hot and dry and old.
My mind is filled with skies unclear.
Your hand is the one I hold.
Yet your soft cheek holds a tear.
I fear that I could lose your heart.
As I tear myself apart.
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
Think backwards,
Think of better times.
Remind yourself of sunny days.
Think of flowers during May.
Think of trees and soft green leaves waving in the breeze, and golden birds, drifting in the golden sky as the sun is setting and people gather on the beach.
Think of summer storms and running in the rain.
Think of walking through the woods and splashing in the streams.
Streams that turn to rivers with crushing foaming waterfalls that tower in the mist,
Think of someone lovely,
Dream about a kiss,
Dream of lovely things, things that you will miss,
Think of the trees again in autumn, mosaic leaves of brown and red and yellow.
Tell no one what you’re thinking of,
Your love is but a secret.
Close your eyes
Fall to rest
And Shiver.
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
You wake up each day looking for love.
Then one day it falls from above.
It’s sent so sweet it must be true.
Your heart will taste the new virtues.
And mundane life will reach its end,
when two new lives begin to blend.
For the night is when bright souls entwine.
Like the light of stars as they align.
So ignite their fuel, let loose their shine.
Or spend a life lost, looking, for some godsend.
Why not look for someone who you can spend,
an eternity alone with you?
As if they came and rescued you.
So fly to them like a dove.
Hold them close they are your love.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
Let the devil in, it’s cold outside he’ll only be a minute.
All he wants are souls and things to make life more livable.
And if you shout to keep him out then maybe he’ll just beat it.
But he’ll find you and he’ll bind you and make your life so horrible.
So let him in, and give him some food and shelter.
Play some games and gamble souls in the end he’ll always win.
The devil’s gunna play his cards he’ll always play one better.
So have some fun he’ll soon be done, just let the games begin.
A squeaking, creaking, fills the room, the door swings softly in.
And with an air of lordly tide, the hansom devil steps inside.
He’s tall and bright and filled with sin.
So in this darkened dreary place let your soul confide.
Burnt crisp words flew from crusted lips as he sold a pretty lie to you.
And in return he’ll take the thing that died in you.
But it was yourself that did the deed, and hell was born inside of you.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
I see something that no man sees, an arctic frozen sunset.
I think the sand has turned to snow and snow will surely melt.
“If only” I cried, then I could go and see that.
And no Idea can conjure about the feelings that I felt.
My heart is melting mixing with the silt.
The rivers churn was washed me into the sea.
I’m a small tear drop of water from which an ocean’s built.
My hearts emotion in now a part of cold springs tea.
The swirling, churning, chilly life is filling me with guilt.
But in the end I’ll freeze again and you can merge with me.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
There’s an empty room filled with things but nobodies anywhere.
The lavish peace, the British saw when they still had the heir.
But now I see forgotten things locked away in there.
There’s a man in red elegance with the beauties of the day.
And some lonesome awful peacefulness that’s green, and blue, and gray.
In the corner was a pink and white striped couch, so elegant, so gay.
I can see the dying queen sitting in the forest.
Her body is so pale in the shade, where she’ll forever rest.
At least in this solitude she is looking her best.
The sad truth is that I think she is the ***** est.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC