somethingssitsideways
American
Figuring it all out. / / Note: All poetry posted is original works of SomeThingsSitSideways. I politely request you treat my work as such, and I will show the same courtesy. (In otherwords: Don't plagiarize please.) If a work is posted by another author, it will be authored appropriately.
Not everything written is perfect
Not everything said is truth
Not everything felt is emotion
Not everything lived is youth.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
Close to catatonic
Until the mind is released.
Freed.
Fallen.
Failing is what others see.
Matters of such matters only
Matter to those involved.
And if those are only figments
Of an imagination gone ary
Then why, do they come alive?
Shots in the dark do not damage demons
who dance in retinas of ruthless souls.
Fallen.
Failing.
Freed from fallacies these demons dance
In shallow souls of mocking crows
And only know what is foretold.
Until the mind is released from
Its shallow sheep that shudder in sleep.
Dive.
Only depth will bury the beasts
Will bring them to their ***** knees
Drain them of their energies
Of drowning in such simple pools
Of petty thieves.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
Metal, glass, glitter,
all shimmer, so sparkly!
What was I doing?
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Half way down in the dumps
Nearly in the gutter inches from the footpath
If I wished to stretch my fingers
Maybe I could help myself.
Instead, I stay, a stray at the side of the road
Laying low from you, happy to be rid of me
To spend our nights alone.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
The sleeping eye
sees nothing aside
from the sleepers dream.
It may be shut
for fear to wake
only to face
an assembled fate.
May we never know
as sleeping eyes cannot speak
but rest assured,
these sleeping eyes do very well weep.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Sun shines through shadows,
water gives way to the splash,
sharing summers smile.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Another line calls for my
scribbles to lay as a Scribe
would perpetuate epiphanies-
diluted and resuited for the masses, only aft
direct dictation from Kingdoms and Monarchies.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
G is for generosity, giving from a large heart to those in need.
R reminds me of her radiance, running throughout her smile of insouciance...
And A takes me to the earlier days of her being so animated
that N then becomes, naturally, the necessity to remember her this way.
Now dining with the divine, D reminds me of her dying
but M marks my memories with her mindful magnificence.
And for this, another A because she's just that amazing,
that her absence -although now abundant- is always
alight with her angelic life.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
Heart, Please stop pounding,
Stop reminding me that I am real.
Stop the flow of purity
I do not deserve such respect.
Knees, please give out
Beneath me I wish to lay
Take me out at my trunk
I do not need to stand.
Eyes, please close forever
I cannot see the beauties offered
They are invisible in darkness
I do not need to see.
Hands, please ball into fists
Drive yourself full force
Deep into the hardened ground
I do not wish to touch.
Body, please fall down,
Hands and knees in dirt
Eyes unused, heart slowing...
Already, I'm forgetting how to feel.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC