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Jan 2013 · 277
Those words you say.
Socally Picter Jan 2013
Don't give me your hope, I'll drop it.
Don't give me your love, I'll lose it.
Don't give me your dreams, I'll steal them.
Don't give me your fears, You'll scare me.

But if I ever ask..

Please give me all your hopes, Dreams, Fears, and Love.
Jan 2013 · 550
P.S. Hello
Socally Picter Jan 2013
Your eyes give away your name.
They tell me it's something beautiful.
That if I say it I shall feel as if I were swimming in honey.
That it will become my single word prays to thank god.
That it will be the sweet little smile that make me.
But I don't know your name.
So I'll just say the word that means all the same,
"Hello"
Jan 2013 · 360
This is my life.
Socally Picter Jan 2013
This is my pain, it screams in the place between words.
This is my pain, Raising with the sun in the west.
This is my pain, Sighing like the clouds from our first touch.
This is my pain, Naked as the face of alcoholics.
This is my pain, Alone in the dark world of lights.
This is my pain, Drunk on the breaths I take to survive.
This is my pain and together we'll be.
Jan 2013 · 290
Days and Nights
Socally Picter Jan 2013
Sometimes I dream I am awake
Alone in home not my own
Counting all the dreams I could not be
With rain trickling down my face.
Dec 2012 · 312
green
Socally Picter Dec 2012
It was his brightest hour.
He rose higher than ever before.
and fell so much further.
He the man with no shame.
The matchless King and his invisible kingdom .
It all turned to rot
as victory had defeated him.
Dec 2012 · 279
This day
Socally Picter Dec 2012
Flames, Anger, and Hate are my crown.

I am fallen.

I in eternal anger have awaken the beast in side of me.

The violence in these eyes frightens me

We’re all monsters, and this is the age of beasts.
Socally Picter Dec 2012
Under this crown I've found my home.
I grabbed the sky and tore it down tonight.
Smile from this jaw is a broken kind of light.
Let silence fall on this lonely kind of life.
Dec 2012 · 307
Yeah, That sort.
Socally Picter Dec 2012
Read a poem,
Found myself simply looking at words.
Thought "I can do this better".
looked around and went back to sleep.

I put a scar on the sky,
Watched the day turn to ash,
All the blue simply burned black.
So, darkness I became.
Dec 2012 · 400
_o_e
Socally Picter Dec 2012
What would you say if i told you i fell in love?

In love with a girl i have yet to meet.

In love and imagining saying Hello.

In love and wondering if she’s wandering.

In love with a girl have yet to even see.

In love and happy as can be.

“In love with an Idea?” Is what you’d say.

“Yes, it’s called ‘hope’”,and I’d smugly walk away.
Nov 2012 · 295
The End, Happily.
Socally Picter Nov 2012
I close my eyes, but not to sleep.
I close my eyes, but do not see.
Darkness in my words had crept to my eyes.
All the vibrant hues simply fell away.
I lift my head and it felt like sleep.
I felt nothing as I became all.
Nov 2012 · 419
Her name?
Socally Picter Nov 2012
I met a girl today,
she was kinda sorta amazingly beautiful.
She ran her fingers through my hair.
I was sitting and with a heart that wouldn't stop racing.
She smiled at me and my face flushed red.
She made me laugh and the world fell away.
We spoke for an hour, but i couldn't say
"You are amazing, Let me buy you dinner.
I'd spent the evening tell you how you are a poem,
Let me show you how truly beautiful you are,
How about next Friday night?"


I wish i said that, I want to see her again..

The woman I want to wrap my arms around.
The woman who said I looked sad, and made me laugh.
The woman of my dreams.
Socally Picter Nov 2012
Walked up the stairs and hanged my head.
Treated my bed like the gallows
and read a book about death.
Held my breath
and felt a song fill my chest.
Walking with the crowd to feel alone.
Walking ahead so they have someone to follow.
Silent steps, and a quiet regime.
The stars hidden in shadows chased away the day.
Oct 2012 · 504
Breaking the Sky.
Socally Picter Oct 2012
The King walking to the gallows.
Honor swaying before his eyes.
Death half-step away, smiling.
They appeared as Ants from the Throne.
Now they stand as if they were Gods.
He raised his eyes and and coolly proclaimed,
"How are you to follow me, if i do not lead?
You cower before death, I will meet him as an equal"
Though he fell his eyes never left the people.
His final breath joined the wind...
and the nation could breathe again.
Socally Picter Sep 2012
Dancing across the heads of pins.
Walking on the sky, playing at God.
Empty hands holding both Tomorrow & Yesterday.
Eating Razor blades, speaking of love.
Made of paper..crumbling diamonds.
Tears of lighting fall to the earth.
Sep 2012 · 2.5k
The Girl With Freckles
Socally Picter Sep 2012
First off, Let's cast away "humility" it's the mask of the shy.
If you still your voice, you've already committed suicide.
I'd rather be punched by your foot than give an apology.
Apologizing for your opinion is the mark of weak minds.
Too strong minded individuals, definition of "God Complex"
Let's be truly smug, and brag about our faults and short comings.
Don't turtles dream of flying and humans dream of being us?
You're better than me? I am better than you?
You spend your days comparing apples to oranges.
You said your favorite number was "infinite Zero"
You said your favorite band was watching the sun rise.
You're the moon that out shined the sun.
Your biggest fault is that you think you've lived life.
Your only redeeming quality is that you've lived life.
Socally Picter Sep 2012
I'm sorry
He said I'd never say
I've said it before
Just like I'll say it once more
For the reason I lost my way

What's beyond my control
Is beyond my control
I will not apologize for it
I'll say my piece about the sun and the stars
But you're the one who listens to it

I've never met another who twists what I say
In such a way to where I brag about my faults
Maybe the girl is all too aware of her weaknesses
Is it a fault to admit, accept, and embrace
Those things beyond her control?

Some things need not apologizing for

The poet took what he saw
And exposed it in a certain light
Opinions made, I bet this doesn't change a thing
Just affirmation about everything he previously thought

The light was beautiful
Cynical, and a sight some might say
A tad judgmental, a bit unforgiving
I'm sure the poet would never apologize
For contemplating something beyond his control


the first poem ever written about me, thought i'd share
*Also a response to "The Girl With Freckles"
Socally Picter Sep 2012
Shadows dancing across the walls.
lightning breaking around the shattered sky.
The sound of rain seems to be God's applause.
A million accolades radiating from the within.
Left the emptiness alone, so it went away.
Smile didn't fade, it crept into my eyes.
Socally Picter Sep 2012
Behind two obsidian pools of vast nothingness.
Staring at sky behind broken street lights.
Back against the ground, head in the clouds.
Water stained cigarette truly bobbing about.

"I would like to say my life is built on lies, it's not"
Idolizing villains though i'll always be a "hero".
"Ashamed of honor, for I've never been without".
Grass-is-greener sort of things.
Sep 2012 · 759
8-Bit Love Story
Socally Picter Sep 2012
We can't always make sense, so we write poetry.
Love can not feed small children, so we get jobs.
Starting fights won't change the world, so we vote.
We can't be kings forever, so we grow up.
Strength won't take the pain away, so we cry.
McDonald's isn't going to pay the bills, so we get degrees.
We can't hide forever, So we got married.
Aug 2012 · 803
untitled.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
The non violent sadist, here i sit.
empty eyes and empty heart, here i sit.
broken dream and crumbling hope, here i sit.
bathed in the blood of a thousand stars, here i sit.

aggressively passive optimistic cynic, here i stand.
a smile in my pocket and a smirk at the ready, here i stand.
on the shattered remains of dreams achieved, here i stand.
arms open and songs being sung, here i stand.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
I sleep during the day between the nights I feel alive.
The same mundanely chaotic dream...
We're holding hands and whispering sweet nothings.
fast forward, we're racing across old country roads.
You're inviting me to breakfast, and i am racing across the town.
Only to show up and make a complete *** out of myself.
My body becomes a healing flame, when we walk your hand in mine.
Of my life i can't say that I remember all that much.
But what i know is i wasn't truly alive till i knew "what is love"
When i made you smile, i felt the entire world fall away.
it was then, i was reborn with 5 whole new senses.
All the grays i stared at turned beautiful vibrant hues.
Your meals were a work of art, Fireworks exploding in my mouth.
You brushed my hand, and i felt poetry radiating through my flesh.
it wasn't till i looked into your opalescent eyes,
that was when i saw the world in all its unfathomable beauty.
I know i am nothing to you now, but if you see this i want you to know...

Thank you :)
Aug 2012 · 623
Running cold-blooded.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
I went for a run along the highway.
I came upon a snake at the mile 2.
It looked at me, and nodded its head.
It didn't hiss or strike, simply looked.
Acknowledging an old friend, two of a kind.
And we parted ways, satisfied.
Aug 2012 · 559
Fluttering.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
I said "I love you" to her.
She said it back, time passed.
I forgot i dated her.
She gets engaged.
I remember crying for her, long ago.
I feel nothing, i feel i should.
I told her "I love you" I didn't lie.
She should be happy, i hope.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
Broken words fell from a shattered smile.
Eyes of ivory turn to fiery sunsets.
The blood was ashamed of him so it ran.
Dirt covered him, like a sad kind of armor.
He lay crumbled on the soil, in tears.
They hit him so he doesn't see the memories.
words cracking in his mouth, he screamed.
Sympathy fell down like rain hiding the sun.
Shame hammered the event into mythology.
With but one shoe, he lay bathed in the light.
Broken, he became me.
Aug 2012 · 1.3k
Lazy words.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
I write poetry because i am lazy.
Short stories are too long.
Screen Plays are too many people
Actually talking to people is too risky.
Journal-ing will get me no accolades.
Photography is just an app on a phone.
painting is an application on a canvas.
Acting would be fun without a stutter.
Songs are too loud, and singers are pretty.
Dancing would be nice if i had some rhythm.
I write poetry because it's fun and I like it...alot.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
Saying words meaning nothing, transfixed with "I"
it's startes every sentence, and if i could i'd end with I.
Only opinion that matters is my own, mastery is a poem.
syncing lines with words and words weighing me down like stones.
Thoughts so sad they corrode my morals like acid.
sitting on my bed, it starts and i become homesick.
Pathetic as i once was and even more so, can you believe it?
still smiling and laughing at jokes never said, hoping to break even.
We're going out, it's all on me, except for the money and the driving.
your phone is probably blowing up from all the numbers you're dialing.
never not gonna do what we did last weekend, eh?
Slow jamming to oldies in a "Smoke that bud" kinda way.
Chain smoking for fun, and laugh at silent jokes.
planning our next unknown move, totally stoked.
A Queen is just a pawn with fancy moves, you say.
those weren't queens but it doesn't mean we're not kings, i say.
They were ordinary but we made them out to someone extra-ordinary.
Alright lets stop this nonsense, thinking about people who don't deserve it.
my emotions are swelling and empty, complicated i don't know how else to word it.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
I've had one?...two?...many nights of waking up not knowing.
closing my eyes and imagining god was dumbstruck staring.
fixating at the ceiling and all i can think to say "It all started last week...
standing on a cool dark step she said words directed to hurt aimed at me.
I just took it not saying a word not defending a thing, still trusting her.
All the things we were just slipped away and my vision she blurred.
Imagining she needed space, i left for a bit came back and told her i love her.
she did nothing it rolled off of her as if hadn't even said a thing.
this is the life i made, i gave my heart, she smiled and gave me nothing.
flashforward, and she does something wild, makes a mistake and plays the victim.
she did something wild, and i was too afraid to ask if she kissed him.
you're reading this and maybe you know who i am talking about.
chances are and reality is you don't know this person, i didn't even
Aug 2012 · 448
Askew
Socally Picter Aug 2012
Imperfect words sound beautiful.
Said Perfectly.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
Take a picture and send it to me.
fake a smile, promise you'll fool me.
it's true what they say, tonight is the night.
we make good guys bad, turn wrongs into rights.
Tumbling in the darkness of regrets.

In the end aren't we all just stories?
posing in pictures, and saying "cheese"?
staying up late and wondering "What-if?"
falling asleep, knowing what Love is.
Telling lies to shadows in hushed words.

You know, i love things i can't control.
it's no fun, turning Yes's into Knows.
i chased the sun, followed the moon.
followed my heart, into a typhoon.
Smile, you make mine shine.

Angels they sing to me in my sleep.
i fill up the pelican's dreams.
the first time we touched, your skin was soft.
yesterday, thats how the clouds sat.
look up to the heavens to see me.

Close my eyes, i find my home again.
give me a paper, i have free reign.
i spill it all on this page for you.
just give me a moment or two.
another drag and i'm done.

I promise you i am lying.
Aug 2012 · 545
I fell in love with a man.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
He punched the treadmill, it wasn't fast enough to carry his emotions.
They fell to his face, battered and bruised they began to swell.
Happiness were the tears that couldn't take it and ran away.
lonliness was the wail, which brought us all in and pushed us away.
he became a monster bent on making us smile, because it made him happy.
He lied straight to our faces, not with words but a crooked smile.
He's a man like us, but his heart was light turned to steel.
He raises his hand to God hoping to hold him.
When i met this man i laughed at him and pushed him down.
He with his hard earned optimism, a dreamer who ran away from his addictions.
And he does it all because i love and respect him, the man who is secretly me
Aug 2012 · 557
God.
Socally Picter Aug 2012
I talked to god last night, he showed me something.
Told me i was still in love, looking past the ideals found an idea.
I was alone in a broken down car, with god and my best friends.
found an old poem i wrote, found my ex girlfriend's letter.
I turned on that old cancerous hunk, and found my best friend.
Merle was sitting next to me and he turned on the radio.
I closed my eyes and saw my breath, chuck was chuckling at my side.
Before i realized it, i was laughing and mikey was calling me weak.
I felt so alone, and all at once all the people i love,and love surrounded me.
a nice warm feeling, then the battery died, and i was alone.
I cried that night, threw the keys on the seat and walked away.
I wanted to go back, but the doors were locked.
I stood there for a few minutes, with her letter, and my poem.
I smiled, with tears in my eyes and i said:
"Thank you god, i'll stay here for awhile now"
I found my god, and he gave me "love"
Socally Picter Aug 2012
Monthes spent screaming at the moon, cursing the sun for making it shine.
The Sun doesn't set every night,sometimes Darkness rises up and it takes the sky.
It was all pain in a hollowed out chest, Broken "Love" felt like a shattered limb.
It was a fight you walked into that no one thought you could win and you didn't.
Battered and bruised, you fell to the ground from the throne you built so high.
Black didn't become white, nor up into down, but you became the demon that is "weak".
You became the Byronic hero fighting the romantic villain, silly words and silly men.
Standing on the hills looking up to your home, this is how it will all end...

                                                            ...A­s the One-Winged (Former) King of The Sky
Aug 2012 · 1.3k
Ignoble Poetry
Socally Picter Aug 2012
Back with only memories of tomorrow.
the Personality that simply engulfs mine.
A hazel blaze that ate the small flame.
Tomorrow, you changed the entire world

burned down the sky, for the color of sunsets.
cynic turned something more facetious.
Pinwheel-heart only moves when you walk by.
simplistic melody of “ba-dump, Ba-dump”

fought for pacifism and won.
You and your crazy handful of nothings.
tore down the libraries to save the books.
Killed the dreamers to save the dreams

Dark Brown sunshine fell on your shoulders.
crescent moon sat under your nose.
and the stars twinkled across your face.
I only look to the sky to see you.

Build a life where tomorrow is not so far away.
where should we meet up? i know.
Lets meet at the edge of where you’ve been.
Lets meet at the edge of where you’re going

— The End —