Twisted mind games
Don’t age well
In text
Used to be the users and losers
Got lost
In undocumented abyss
And now
There’s the flood of proof
Often swimming with tides of
Same stories
Realizing similarities
In so many other bodies
A relief and yet a curse
Your pain becomes irrelevant
Against so many others
Who have had it worse
Twisted mind games
Commonly unique
Sounds all too common
From anyone who speaks
Some went on for far too long
Others got out quick
But most of us
Have been burdened
With loving something sick

Everyone loves the writers
Support them all you can
Yet in cities
Trash will pile up
Before we support the garbage man

He’s looking for a woman
And he’s looking DESPERATELY
Inbox inundation
Woeful, longing pleas
Compliments of irrelevance
He only notices what he sees
He’s looking for a woman
With his eyes and not his soul
And he wonders why
He is still alone
Nobody wants to be
Committed to someone
To be their eye candy

Would it help if I cried
Out loud
Instead of keeping it
Inside of me
Silently
Choked throat
Stuffed full of
Heart’s bloat
Burning holes
Through fat rolls
Tearing up
Inside of me
Weight on chest
So heavily
Would it help if I
Let you see
How painful it be?

It could potentially be
Something epic between you and me
Don’t you wanna see?

Why I gotta be
Left with regrets
Over things that are never gonna happen
Yet
Someday, some glorious day
It’ll happen
I bet
And this is how I pretend
I don’t have regrets

Don’t choose me
If you have to choose
I’m going to be
With one
Who cannot help
But be
With me

I keep acting like I want your attention
The truth is
It’s terrifying
I’m the moth who cannot resist the flame
And however I meet it
I will not be the same
I only have myself to blame
The journey of burney
I take willingly
Knowing it probably won’t end
EVER
For me
Maybe I can make myself believe
That’s how I really want it to be

It hit the skids
Heading towards the *****
Of what can maybe happen
When you start talking about it
Led via vindictive
To a place unrecognizable
Becoming
Becoming
Less than we should be
Over the promise someone else
Will have it worse than me
And in knowing that
I will gladly
Pass my vote to thee
Make a big show of it
How strong we be
And put an end to our collective
Victim mentality

I have shared many poems on here
And then I got kicked out
It's been more than the required time
And my unshared poems all shout
"Please let us out
Express us forth!"
So I come here
Begging for recourse

You are all of what Disney didn’t show me
On who a prince could be

This place ain’t
For the faint
Of soul
Diamond hardness
How we roll
Maybe some newbies might see
Weakness, bleeding,
Free people crying to be free
** humming and woes
Created for prose
And maybe some laughs
Too
But each human emotion
Celebrated or cursed
Sometimes a cross of the two
All of that is not
Something the faint-hearted would do

Why can’t I write about snow
Or trees?
Find passion in what I’m surrounded with
Whatever it be?
Nature
So many poets have done it
Successfully
Not me
I can’t find passion writing about a tree
As beautiful and magestic as they be
Even the blade of grass
Does it’s thing regally
Standing up, though trod upon
Cut down every week
That blade of grass
Exists defiantly
Hey!  There it is!
The poetry

I am fully expecting you to
Shine your light through my cracks
Whether it be not by intent
Nor whim
Doesn’t make the light dim

Is it passion
Or insanity
Are the two
Really one
And the same
Separated by success
Insanity if you lose the game
And passion if you win
Even if you’re obsessed
Encouraged and egged on
Making money
There’s no need to rest
Try your best
They say
But that’s really a lie
Depending upon what you try
Some are the best alcoholics
You ever did see
The drinker feels very passionate
About his insanity
Some are the best in business
That means they’ve achieved
Permissible insanity
They call passion
But really
It’s all the same to me

It’s not easy to let go of you
A piece of my soul
Is going, too

Endings aren’t happy at first
But after you’ve been through
What feels like the worst
Dark nights
And dark days, too
The sun will rise
And shine on you
The road had turned
Into a path
Smaller and smaller
Scooting on your ***
Covered in brambles
The plan is in shambles
And your flip broke away
From it’s flop
In bare feet you plod and trop
Still, you’re not gonna stop
Past the ending
Toward the new start
And this is the journey
With matters of the heart

I want to love you
And hold you
And lick you all over
Even **** on your sweaty toes
(among other things)
I want your body to feel so
Relaxed and at peace
I want to have you moaning for me
I want to rub you and cover you
With kisses
Make you exclaim
“What GREAT loving this is!”
As you lay on my reverence altar
While I worship your sacred manhood
Recently lovingly bathed by me
Your magnificent, beautiful body
Oiled and primed
I’ll take my sweet time
From head to feet
Feet to head
Lots of time in the middle
Boo
You know I got sumthin’ waiting for you
To make happiness spill from your pores
And just so you know
It’s only yours

You are like a window pain
All fogged up and wet from rain
You like to think you are see through
But you're hidden behind
That foggy view
You are not so crystal clear
You distort it all
My dear
Vapors clogging up the sight
Can't see between
What's wrong or right

Can I force it?
What will come to me
Inspirationlessly?
Nothing to say
All the space to say it in
And a brain all too thin
On ideas and big thoughts
What can little thoughts be?
Meaningless nothings
Wasted on a brain
Almost insane
Wanting to say
Something, anything
Waste paper space
But starting is something
Every poem needs
Even the waste of paper ones
Paper is worth wasting on potential

The joke
Is on you and me
And every single one of us
Occasionally
There is not one
Among
So **** cool
That they never played the fool

I choose to see
Narcissisticly
That the problem is just as much him
As it is me
But how can that be
When everything else
He does so perfectly?

Hollow words sound so beautiful
As they echo
In an otherwise empty room

Some days I feel defeated
Energy depleted
Ungreeted
Unhalfway meeted
Walking down this endless street
Blisters all over my feet
You pass by, occasionally
You look, but you don’t see
Ignoring how hungry I be
It’s not your fault that I don’t eat
There’s a buffet in front of me
But I only want your meat
I’ll starve, rather than eat
Anything but your treat
Wasting away, so skinny
Self-imposed defeat

Listen mister, misses
Finishing each thing you do
With
"LIKE A BOSS"
Says nothing about you
Except that you're a braggidy poo
Let someone else
Do that for you

She’s volatile
And weak
But growing and healing
So to speak
So she speaks
Words volatile and weak
Turns round
Through
Speak

You must’ve seen what I am blind to
And you did what you had to do
I wish happiness and love for you
With those sharp eyes
You’ll find it soon

Poetry is my ego
Talking through me
It's my words
In my world
And I am the deity
In the world
Of my poetry

You are most beautiful at rest
Your face muscles saying “duh.”
No thinking involved
Instinctual
Behind those gorgeous eyes
There’s a soul
Dented and ***** and grown cold
Feeling old
ALWAYS on patrol
Unaware of a spare
Who made it her goal
Invitation to unknown

Yep we can all agree
Mean people ****
You’ll get no argument from me
But maybe you are the mean sucky one
Always complaining about what
Mean people’ve done
Your toxic vibe
Of searching out
Toxicity
Is just creating it
Needlessly
Now we witness
The persistent victim
Reverse victimize
To same result
But justified
Under the VICTIM
Mighty pen
Been humming that tune
Since I don’t know when

If I wasn’t angry
I’d be wishing you a happy birthday
But since I’ve got an attitude
With you
(For good reason, too)
I will not be wishing you a happy birthday
This is not me hoping you’re having a
Wonderful day
Lots of joy and happiness all in your way
I didn’t come here to say
I hope you have a happy birthday
In fact
I forgot all about it
What day is it today?
Probably not your birthday
Which is why I am not here
Shhhhhh
That wasn’t even me

I'm in love with the man
You could be
If you only had
A woman like me

I go by your profile
Every once in a while
See the play
You want to portray
It's always so "you"
Everything that you do
Rehearsed in every way
One time you cried for our cameras
And you couldn't produce a whole tear
And I felt, at that moment
Watching you
That you were empty, my dear
I wish that I could fill you up
Bring back your emotions again
I'm not sure where they went
But it might take more than a friend
I suppose you would say you're happy
And things are good enough
But just cuz you got it better than most
Doesn't mean things don't get rough

It’s such a beautiful
Destination
I am heading to:
Home
I think I found in you
The road to there is more exciting
This is surely true
Butterfly stomachs
Swelling up chest
Tingly skin
Wetness within
That’s where you take me to
Maybe, together, we can roam
On our way to comfortable
Home

The demons
In your dreams
Only happen
When your dreams come true

I haven’t yet found Home
But I’m pretty sure I know
Which direction to go

You owe me nothing
But why wouldn’t you
Drop some kinda word
Give this poor girl a clue
Is this just a game to you
Where you don’t have to play
And you make all the rules
Do I add up to only entertainment value
Or are you so out of touch
You haven’t a clue
That some crazy girl
Is pursuing you
Questions
Questions
No question marks
The lines are incomplete
Grammarless
Pointless
One grain of sugar
On what should be real sweet
Hopscotch board too far to jump
Some foolish chump
Needs a swift kick in the ****
I went to see Oscar the Grouch
And found ***** the Grump
I’m those ******* morons
Following Trump
Believing he wants to make things easy
At a low point in their lives
They stand there and kowtow and howl
While he throws out some paper towels
I’ve got no ******* and an overactive bowel
It just feels so pathetic and foul
That would be me
Chasing you so pathetically
Not even sure if you see
After all this heartfelt effort
You won’t even acknowledge me
Do you think I’m that lowly?
Or do you no longer even bother to see
The musing of some foolish girl
Who won’t go away
Or do you secretly want me to stay?
Maybe you’ll let me know someday

I have set myself free
Wondering if someone will come after me
It can’t be just anybody
He’s gotta be a special somebody
To me
Maybe he doesn’t exist
Or he’s someone from the past I missed
Lots find their one
I hope I am one of them
Who doesn’t have to wonder
About their someone
For all my days, until they’re done

And here come all the corny memes
With a man sticking his *** in the air
For the turkey to stuff
And how happy all the cows are
They don’t have to die that day
And the buckle hats
And glorified image
Of a cult
That started their own demise
Show me the Puritan
Today
I’ve never met one
That is what I’m thankful for
This Thanksgiving

Once you loosed the arrow
There was no way to retract
So please don't say you're sorry
For that missile sticking
In my back

Nooks and crannies
Of who I be
I offer to share with thee
And trust in me
You will keep
To let me see
Your nooks and crannies

I know I ain’t really gonna leave
When I stand up and give a big speech
About all the gripes that push me to go
I  got a whole list to show
Carefully penned
With shaking hands
So much for all my plans
I planned to stay
Then planned to go
Ignoring the truth that I  know
Whether I go
Or whether I stay
It makes no difference
Either way
To you
That’s true
So I stand in the yard
Where you leave me
While you pretend not to be home
And somehow that’s almost enough
I ain’t so tough
And I ain’t so cool
I ain’t got the status to set any rules
None of it went according
To plan
This must be what erectile dysfunction
Feels like to a man

Is there something there?
Or is it thin air
How can it be
My inability
To see what’s right in front of me?

My journey is heading in your direction
A life still under construction
When I finally get to you
Bringing everything I’ve been through
Will I be so black and blue
That I appear too damaged to you?  
In the big scheme of things
It doesn’t matter what you see
The only opinion that matters
Is the one I have of me
And I’ll keep evolving in my head
Maybe even after I’m dead
It may be we’ll never meet
But you’ve still had an effect on me

Without you I am
The horse with no back
Roberta with no Flack
The lion with no teeth
The cow with no beef
I am the giraffe with no neck
The priest who says “****”
Instead of “heck”
I am the ice with no cold
The youngster who is way too old
I am the draw with no string
The every without it’s thing
The sun with no rise
The giver-upper before she tries
I am the bay with no dock
The rooster who has no ****
The candle with no flame
The abandoned child with no name
I am the windowless house
The cat who never caught a mouse
The car with no gas
The **** with no ***
The pan with no cake
All the give
And not one take
I am the song with no voice
The re with no joice
The night with no day
The ground with no play
But I still slide
Anyway
Down
Down
Down
Dow
Do
D
Disappear
Into me

What will I do
When I no longer lust after you?  
Am I supposed to find somebody new?
I’m sure it’s something I could do
If I had to

I’d like to call myself a master at this game
But I’ve failed every time before
Must have some success in store
And if there ain’t
I don’t wanna play no more

My neighbors’ have a pug
With it’s little, invisible poo 💩
I can search with my eyes
And never find it
But it’s always picked up by my shoe
👟
💩

Sometimes it’s smartest to pretend it didn’t exist
Dear  Lone Ranger
Don’t be a stranger

Between what you don’t know
And what I can’t see
We’re the least informed duo
In history
We are **** ******* cool, though
Admittedly