piles kept
dead
shirts I divorced
in old suit cases
with;
pikes and needles
non-fitting shirts
torn without a care;
To mend and repair
shirts i have outgrown
The shirts whos-
cologne fragrance faded
Tone buttons whos-
chest you felt
shirts fit for a rug
shirts that clutter
shirts for a hearth
Like Frank Luca's Mink
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 10:37 AM UTC
Time
I would like to see
your grandfather years
rant your past mistakes
told to me as a father
not me as mere heir
knowledge
My sons may heal
from our long years
of ruins and rains
strength of oysters
of long yesteryears
Future
speeches and dishes
at ranches and brunches
with past stories as
pass time stories
your son
to my son
these stories for their sons
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 10:52 AM UTC
I'm sorry if I used lots of songs
*** *** let me listen to this]
: It's been a while
A ***** is confused,
a ***** is a maintaining sanity
at the verge of insanity
a ***** is dead,
[ I can relate to said *****
Melancholia, of a French man in the surrealist era
Giving me the little and big absurdities
💀💀💀I'm trying to maintain balance in this existence,
Could it ever get worse?
💀💀
[ I have zero access😭]
[😭😭how are you handling that]
[Could it???????????????]
[ I think I'm running mad]💀
[💀💀]
It the capitalism,
it's the boundaries,
the black tax,
the **** riders
horse **** ******
phoney *** ******
Only a free man is a dead man
or a madman
It's the matrix!!
it's the annoying HR,
an overbearing parent,
, everything all over the place
It's the loneliness!! the loneliness!!
of everyone everywhere,
it’s the holding on !!! The holding on!!
**** let me stop
**** my bad
I hope this makes sense when I'm sober
[ The **** riders for real]
[ These would make amazing song lyrics😂😂]
[No no😂😂]
💀💀
You
💀 I've seen time crawl,
walk and run
seasons and weathers
decades in years
years in months
months in weeks
weeks in days
days in nights
nights in days
moons in nights
nights in moons
Buds in Flowers
flowers in Buds
Perks of a Wallflower
wallflowers on pecks
my *****
[Lyrics]
[But for some reason]
[I Totally get you]
💀💀🔥 I have to journal this
****
[You must!!]
[ I am going to write this down because you😂😂]
I will post this on Hello Poetry
I will change promise you
I want to make good for the Good Girls
Apr 10, 2024
Apr 10, 2024 at 6:58 AM UTC
If I could only write a letter to God
to give us the reasons
Reasons for life, if it has to be this ugly
Reasons for the Bad choices
I saw my grandmother every time tired
wrote her letters she couldn't read
saw her again she doesn't know me
How hard she worked
How tired she is from life
she needs a break
a break from all the breakages
we need forgiveness
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
Crave and the cradle
that once we shall call a place home
a palace full of candles
A home to a house
A house to a home...
see, we have been so lost for long time in the world
lost in the traps of serving earth
our dreaded choices is why should be forgiven
our past ...
see,the world has denied us so much..
so in my being inept, pray for my sister and her son too, mother and father and all
the ins of being trapped in the same cycle...
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
i left home it looks like yesterday
getting of age in the cycle of life must be existential
its great that we still exist in detail
i'm glad you didn't die at the brink of
the nothingness when adversity covered
what love with out forgiveness?
do realize that we are not perfect
but we're compatible
see taata we are carried from these traps
i haven't seen money so i'm holding on for dear life
taata is coming to visit
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 3:34 AM UTC
i wonder if there is a heaven where
wounded ravens are healed
where belonging is even
i'm longing for the heaven
we don't belong here
time and tide shall tame us
its painful to be at the wrong side of time
we do not belong here
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
what if?
Existence is just a sentence
Extinguished by the pretenses
and the tenses and the images
and we are doing the time
what if?
Earth is just wrath
of all that's not worth
it takes long to imagine
to write a better poem
than boredom
look mother was home the other day
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 7:48 AM UTC
i scream my silence
creeping at the door to the sound of sirens
but since you know my essence
the teeth can only bite my effervescence
my presence calls into soul science
here i speak the foul to defiency
love in ramble to the noises
i kept coming for the least
the beast of rage keeps east
off the keeping like writs
i fought off myself
like gods bits of wood
i woke up dead dead mood
imagine its nothing sweet
the father that kept sweating
and lost a child bleeting
imagine its nothing sweet
the mother that kept off the labor pains
to keep the pain off a deadbeat donor
keeping his offspring intact
i met a mother off the streets
i imagined the day she comes
come to a shameless man
with little byself
with all she has is beast of burden
i met a father off the streets
working his sweet off
to bury the wreckage
to come home to an unfaithful woman
but still wooed by her moans
i kept the smoke
by the streets is strict
by the rift we still shoot
by the knowledge yet
single handling not yearning
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
off the morning
of all the mourning
i'm well with moaning
of the praises
off the dribble on my shoes
of all things possible with shoves
i'm there never to come back
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC