There was an Old Man who said, 'Well!
Will nobody answer this bell?
I have pulled day and night,
Till my hair has grown white,
But nobody answers this bell!'
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
You were the tune
That played in my head
For hours at a time
You were the song
Without a name;
Not knowing, drove me crazy
You were the beat
Id tap with my hand
While gently nodding my head
You were the notes
Sewn into my beating heart
With the vibrant threads of eternity
Then you kissed me
You truly loved me
Now my melody has an everlasting name
-ARI
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
As promised, he’ll make a good piece
To make your heart and mind at ease
A girl who’s annoyingly cute
And stubbornly, he salute
He met you in Summoner’s Rift
You’re so kind and nice, it’s your gift
You play these lovely healing songs
And you support with grace, we won
You open a boy’s wounded heart
He adore you right from the start
He never tells cause his afraid
Maybe you’ll laugh, cry and evade
He never told this until now
That he loves you, this is his vow
Remember this, you make him smile
You make him speechless with style
In his dream suddenly you change
He can’t reach you at all, that’s strange
Maybe he did something, a scheme
He realize it’s not a dream
Every beginning comes an end
Everyday changes, we can’t bend
The other will be so happy
The other will be unhappy
He feels how this story ends
It’s from the song they both knew
“You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone”
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
i don't know what i want any more
there's a bitter taste in my mouth
and french kisses don't even fix it
apparently i've developed a tolerance
to sweet breath and a tongue on my ****
take my hand or my waist
either way is a waste of time
i don't think i'll ever be good
i've tried to be nice
and i was misunderstood
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Why don't you take off
all that eye can see
why don't you peel back
one more layer of i
Face to the floor mother ******
This is the last thing I hear
If the light of sanction
is wrapped in golden pillars
then we must step back
we must step back......and know
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
horse aligned coil/roll of wave.
the bearded heat of sun unto birds, land **
poseidon’s son was a bird,
out there/
/there was a molten breach in the fissures deep.
it breathed an ooze of mother blood orange and hissing.
the coral lords photosynthesize cities from out of reef material.
where tree the family of fish, diverse and good people.
good dancers of the primordial dip.
tri-tipped dip of chips.
trident tugged zippers.
wetsuit squishy skin released.
the violent stories of men and ships.
the men and lumber treading dawn with prawns and lime.
island boys, as
big show trapeze lovers flung,
no,
as trapped monsters singing jingles
in jungles
in june.
or july.
the theory of hopeless elements is crushing/
water: or currents unending.
all above.
all below.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
Stuck in my mind,
crawling over my flesh,
haunting my thoughts;
you are.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
Writers block
In the words of confusion
I am caught
No train of thought
I forgot what poetry has taught
My mind goes blank
Not a single thought
No creation
Can I blame radiation?
No lightbulb in this head of mine
No decent rhyme
Writers block...
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Pink confused with white
flowers and flowers reversed
take and spill the shaded flame
darting it back
into the lamp’s horn
petals aslant darkened with mauve
red where in whorls
petal lays its glow upon petal
round flamegreen throats
petals radiant with transpiercing light
contending
above
the leaves
reaching up their modest green
from the pot’s rim
and there, wholly dark, the ***
gay with rough moss.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC