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paradive
paradive
American i'm eccentrically existential. / i'm intelligently inept. / i'm scathingly sarcastic. / i don't give a damn if you don't like me / because i don't like you / because you're not like me. / / i've picked up all your bad habits and i do believe i like them.
i touched something.... it was bethnal green and i thought it was a mermaid it bit me! so i went back to normal girls. but they bite harder. at first it's fun; things are removed......... then you realize there's nothing left you can't move. or speak. you're just 2 eyeballs - watching the party go on. must it?
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
retraction
the rules of war are not unlike those of love - make the punishment 10 times worse than the crime. i waited outside the store and wasn't sure if i should fall into the concrete or fly away would either have mattered? take the hollow days and take the joyous days and crush them into one, please. or crush them into oblivion. i don't care. just crush. crush until the poems bleed into letters and the feelings bleed into songs. for i am lost. and you are crushed. we cannot have both. the world will spin backwards its axis reminding us of who we were. the stars will jump down in my face to punish me for not fulfilling what i could have been. we are lack of return-on-investments. we are nothing anymore at last.
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
standing, waiting
Puget Sound, shall we break free down from the sea? Puget Sound, Shall we break what was once was me? Puget Sound, shall we silence the wind? Puget Sound, shall we end all that is to be? Puget Sound, swallow me now or swallow me whole The question is, Will I begin or will I cease?
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
Puget Sound
it was January 1st, it was August 1st. the coldest of days, and the hottest. I put my life on hold, so you could have little trinkets of victory, and failed to collect any of my own. I took a 5 month respite. you couldn't even be there when I woke up. you got your trophy. congratulations. the plan will fall inwards. i still get my way every day. you just don't see it, but you will.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
reluctance
had i made th other choice would you have wrestled with me the demons of Hell? would i be here right now? where are you? safely in the arms of another? did i make the wrong choice? did you cry at all? am i here? are either of us wondering? did you wonder for a split second why this might happen? am i doomed to wander endlessly? but i'm prepared. better than to see you fall too.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
to The One
i didn't accept her cuz the age difference might have driven my girlfriend insane. i didn't accept her cuz her beauty might have driven my girlfriend insane. i didn't accept her cuz her intelligence might have driven my girlfriend insane. i didn't accept her cuz her social status might have driven my girlfriend insane. that girlfriend hasn't spoken to me in a decade. lesson learned.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
missed opportunities
there were times detached coherence and unforgiving circumstances................ somewhere between the weeping wall and our bedroom door there lied a cry for validation for sleep for PEACE but that was not to happen it wasn't "in the cards" you said.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
Untitled
where are we going? where have we been? does one cancel out the other? are our 2 missions diametrically opposed? it doesn't seem so. we just both wanted attention. just in different ways.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
precognizant
how is your hearing? how is your memory? the lines cross and what's left is a glorious blur of revisionism. the woman ate the girl and now she's hungrier. time's expanse does not exclude you or include me. the harbinger was attraction. we should have seen this coming. but you won. but you're miserable. so i guess i won. but at what cost? the fragments are still flying. neither of us see in color or in black and white. we just weigh measurements and hope one got more than the other. a tug of war between the blind and the deaf. and as long as shots don't ring out the least damaged will go home.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
struggle
i'm not sure if the walls are crumbling or if the foundation is rising. the last perfect metaphor was about my being a master solipsist but as the wind gathers i'm carried away too easily. and so are you but it's unmentioned who puts up a bigger fight. i've given up the struggle. i've found a perfect place to hide where the algorithms finally make sense. and my lack of being wanted finally cancels out my wanting to spend.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
the last kibitzer