How do I do?
How do I see?
How do i face the consequence of my reality?
How do I cope?
How is it real?
A revival of our mosaics within the weaving of a century
There were many times I didn't want to do this life.
Multiple hours of struggling with the advisory council within my duvet.
I was drowning or sinking but wasn't breathing, or swimming or living.
and on repeat: sad and depressed, lost in aloofness
And I had nothing, nothing of use to say.
And yet I had all my answers on display.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
Rampage, savage.
Human imagination.
Build, better, stagnate.
Left.
Right.
Lucid.
Source, remix, medium.
Infinite.
Residence.
Reboot.
Ride.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
Put this in poetry for me
Play me a beautiful tune
Plant a seed in the ground
Expand our world - create something new
Turn on all the lights and make a magikal feeling of lightness
Describe how the world tastes and feels
Let's dive into the ocean of forever
And never let go!!!
Rewrite the books on how to
Create something that lasts longer than now
Fix the broken pieces
All this is ours to feel, to breathe, to do.
See the meaning behind the spaces
Render me speechless
Drive me, float me there
I want it all - nothing less
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
It comes in whispers
Like sleepy murmurs
Warm, like sunshine on your skin
Non-invasive, but persuasive
And then your savage imagination
Demands an audience
Suppos-ed standard storylines
Implanted from a distance
First unit on the scene
Says 'close it up tight'
But by now I know better
No more 'fight or flight'
And the wind kicks up the leaves
And the oceans go wild
As I roll up my sleeves
and release the mind
In my purple velvet fields
I'll roll on the fresh, cut grass
And then I think I'll scream
And shatter what once was...
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
I feel so hurt by you.
You chose her over me
But the ultimate irony is
I'd never make you choose, you see?
I'll give you space to come back to me
Just so you know
It may not be the same this time
And I'm the fool somehow
I'd probably take you back
And I'd forgive all that's been done
I wouldn't even need an explanation
Just to see your glowing face in the sun, the sun, the sun
You don't even know how much it hurt
You don't even see the pain in my heart
But I'd never burden you with that
I really just want a new start
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
I don't want to
Complicate you
I just want to
Add some value
Extricate me
From my heartbeat
Elevate me
From this deep heat
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
I can't wait to get away, she thought
Not answering to anything except the wind.
Ice-cream for breakfast, jumping on the bed.
No "have-tos" all day without end.
Step aside obstruction
Drown me in discovery
Recreate who I'm to be
A ballad of anonymity
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
All the little turning wheels
Following the dotted lines
in a rush to get to cubicles
To type on tiny keys
Is it really logical
To see a meaning in it all
Isn't it worth so much more to be leaves
Upon trees
It made me bulletproof
Seeing you so aloof
And I'm trying not to take it so **** personally
And every-time I think it's clear
And we've risen past this atmosphere
You turn around & flip the script on me
You're far from near
Choose your words carefully before you begin
Standing watching the dripping tap over an empty sink
We are a beautiful crime scene.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
**The young people have exalted notions, because they have not been humbled by life or learned its necessary limitations; moreover, their hopeful disposition makes them think themselves as equal to great things and that means having exalted notions.
They would always rather do noble deed than useful ones. Their lives are regulated more by moral feeling than by reasoning all their mistakes are in the direction of doing things excessively and vehemently. They overdo everything they love too much hate too much and the same with everything else. (Aristotle)**
The Hereford cattles talk quietly among themselves
The commute home on the B train was noisier than ever
The passenger beside them youth squirmed and frigid
Youth of today is selfish and only think of themselves
If you asked for a passed, they will give you a laugh
If the elderly asked for the seat, they will give it to
Their backpacks, and scream louder, old geeks
Discipline, like if it’s outdated: no structure
A lost generation without stability:
A dark history, I lay awake and wonder
How can we fix this? Problem, problem
And more problem heading their way
While in the field the Hereford cattle
talk quietly among themselves
Nursing their calf without being asked of their mothers
to cover up their babies faces:
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
label your house ready, this is home full of love, that
this is the bathroom, and there is a toilet. label your
life away, grumpy egg again.
force yourself up of a morning, head out in the rain.
remember you were a passenger once,
no need to park the car.
walk strong, look at the face plain.
know that the donut will work even
with your heathen tendencies.
sbm.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC