I'm addicted to knowledge,
and so helpless to absorbing it
that falsities and mistaken truths
will make their home in memory,
only to be brought out
to make me the jested.
All can serve on a jury,
judge my errors, spread more
into the world, to abhor
and be abhorred
by the bullies and the bored.
Save me from this world of waste,
this constant copy and paste
of information with haste.
Social media stories with pictures and lies to enthrall,
The Digital Age will make false prophets of us all.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
My belt
Holding my sleeve,
Holding my needs,
Giving my dreams
The life they deserve.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Coaches giving their good graces
As the runners approach the painted asphalt.
Memories race through past races,
Through every failure. They're all my fault.
Sweat drips past my timid eyes
As I see the confidence shine in everyone else.
I ready my stance with stomach's butterflies,
And the announcer screams alongside school bells,
"GO!"
The others run with all their might,
While my ankle is bound by the starting line.
I struggle with the racing track's fight
As everyone passes for their second lap's time.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
An ecosystem found upon
An outer crust of dust
Inside abode without a lawn
With tenant taming rust.
Sitting stagnant, songs of stellar
Sing sublime lines
Through minds that remain in cellar,
Never seeing the pines.
Many stagnant years have passed,
Detectives overdue,
The body brought them all aghast,
The stench, the dust, and view.
An ecosystem found upon
An outer crust of dust
Inside abode without a lawn
With tenant taming rust.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
God of Luck, please keep us in mind
As the rest of society falls behind;
Their souls all signed to goals refined
To the devilish needs, to find bold minds
Anti-eccliastical, non-canonical,
catastrophic bull misfit ****
Anathemas make paths for us.
So thunderous, their misfit ****
God of Fate, please choose the path
That's best for us. Please set up the math
With a positive answer, without this cancer
In body and soul. No necromancer's
Anti-eccliastical, non-canonical,
catastrophic bull misfit ****
Anathemas make paths for us.
So thunderous, their misfit ****
O' Cursed God, please stray from me!
Please stray from all of those in need.
The cursed souls, they bow to you.
Please stop my bowing, don't make me choose
Anti-eccliastical, non-canonical,
catastrophic bull misfit ****
Us anathemas make paths, we must.
So thunderous, our misfit ****
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
I admire Hello Poetry's
New attire,
With drop-down menu
And search bar for you
To easily browse and love
Your favorite poetry.
Classic Poets for me,
Yes please!
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Articles of these dire times
Remind me of my soul's state.
It tries to fly, though misguided by
The pursuits of materialism and "joy",
But it chokes on the band. With leash in hand,
My master demands I obey his commands.
"Sit", "Shake", "Give the rich your money".
Never to reach the land of milk and honey,
My soul lays tied to the ground, reading
Articles of these dire times.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
"Respect Yourself."
Passing words from a yellow car
inspiringly raised society's bar.
Where, instead of an ad,
words of wisdom to mental health
Have lifted those the car have passed.
Hope for this world, at long last.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
I spat out quotes and poetic verses,
Despite how everyone else converses.
I hoped that brains will win the war,
But I never had any brains at all.
I spat out quotes and poetic verses,
Despite how everyone else converses.
I hoped my brains will take me far,
But I never had any brains at all.
I spat out quotes and poetic verses,
Despite how everyone else converses.
I'm stuck here, ****** here, quoting still,
But I never had any brains at all.
I spat out quotes and poetic verses,
Despite how everyone else converses.
My brains are gone with atrophied will,
But I never had any brains at all.
On my tombstone lies a quote
From verses other people wrote.
A lackluster creative must
Existed within; my internal, eternal, rust.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 3:48 AM UTC
Hate,
Bottled up inside
To commemorate
My greed and pride.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC