Peter DeSpirito

Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019

Blinking a perfect word over flow....though I over throw my critical mind thinking...but still blinking thinking 2.o...here we go....the square root of the connection to my mind and to these words is 2.o of my thinking process which solves for X...bringing my eyes to start blinking paragraphs like algebraic math equatic polluted solution now I'm shooting my loaded word weapon clip Run....For fun I write....I empty my mind 'til I feel right.....I eat words in the morning...afternoon and at night....it's tight compact words that interact but never lack or give slack to my critical mind...which makes my eyes start blinking but I'm still thinking 2.o....woa!

Peter T. DeSpirito

Quick little spittle

Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019

That’s Fine

Ok you don't want to love me...that's fine...
But do not stand there and try to tell me how I feel and do not stand there and make it seem like my love wasn't real
I can scream on top of my lunges telling the world standing at the edge of a ledge to a building ready to plunge to the concrete below...but why bestow my problems to everyone...why let everyone watch me leap to my death exclaiming that I have nothing left in my heart that you ripped apart...I could start robbing...fighting in a ring ducking and bobbing to fill the void of the love I just lost...but I'd rather tell you...

Ok you don't want to love me that's fine
But don't you stand there and try to blind my mind with hateful words and do not stand there and curse me to make it worse...see...as much as you try to despise love...and push love away...I was there for you helping you stay strong no matter how wrong I was...'cause I love you...

ok you don't want to love me that's fine...but I was still there for you helping you through your depression...and being the man I needed to be...the man I thought you needed....I felt my mission was completed....but now my work and years of my life are being deleted...and my head can't take no more...of being shoved towards the door...all because you don't want to love me no more...

...that's fine...

By: Peter DeSpirito

Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019

A Moment of your Time

I was just going through my head notes and re-wrotes....and came up with a finished writing that will become a re-write piece to say the least....I begged and pleaded with this now completed much needed sheet of paper that let my pen...that I used...to write a complete poem to compete and show 'em me the "Eh Hem Pete".....

hi....may I....have a moment of your time? to unleash my mind from this surge of words that I purge from my eyes so I won't be going blind no more or suffer from the eyes sore that I bare and bore before...it's not fair to endure a nightmare...or stare at the door when I'm awake...looking for...something to adore...but see nothing more....I care...but I swear...I will not compare my writing free to my daydreams and streams of words that I see to other people's poetry I am merely just being me...myself and I...

hi...can I have a moment of your time? to unwind these blind binding words that are becoming more and more my vision...it's like I'm in a prisoned prism...locked down pen in hand...writing position...GO!...but woah...where do I start?...how could I part the ink from the pen...and begin to write a rewrote note....on this sheet of paper?
I know...here we GO....creator...Roses are Red...Violets are Blue...never mind...can you give me a moment of your time....? can you be so kind...and listen or read and comprehend as i stand here and recite these blinding words that I will rewrite....that my Pen's ink will bleed to write from its statue of nature onto this sheet of Paper from my mind the creator...Hi...Can I have A moment of your Time?

Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019

“My Poem”

I dare you not to like "my poem"...not to read my writing...but when you do...you passively read it like it's some child's drawing on the refrigerator....I dare you not to comment on "my poem"...but I know you read it...skimming through my words...waiting for a cute antidote to cure your reading mind....but still not having the decency to leave a comment in kind gestures...this poem is for the suggesters who encourages me to keep writing...exciting the reader's mind with my pen to write a no comment response poem again...it makes me shed a tear which falls on "my poem" and causes the fountained ink to leave smudges on the sheet of paper...think...this poem is for the poem contest judges...I hate ya...I enter the contests....follow the rules...but I don't even get a good job comment from your views....I dare you to skim through this poem...and not comprehend that I can't stand it when I put my poems out there to make the world of poets realize that I am here...aware that I am alive...well enough to write "my poem" which gets no comments...but receives 8 reads...4 of them are mine...but at least i know they were read...thoughts of my words be copied or stolen stay circling in my head...but I'll be fine...I dare you not to like "my poem"...but you read it fast enough to know that...I'm not begging I'm egging you on to keep me strong 'til I'm gone..or done with writing...pen to paper...reading mind exciting mine to write..."My Poem"
-Peter T. DeSpirito

Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019

I Am (do not)/Ode to the Homeless man

I am an ordinary man with the same life span but shortened by habits....
I am a person who's second language is cursing...every second to third word dispersing
f word...
s word....
c words to b words
and it gets worse....as I curse I wonder why....am I that disgusting guy on the train or bus that people look at with the stank eye in disgust?....I am the black sheep at the family party that don't speak back cause I lack what I was before or hardly....I am walked on
spit on
dissed on by that one and this one...
the unwanted
the used
the non excused
the mentally abused that use to get me to do what I didn't want to....
I am....life....do not mislead me
do not mistreat me...
do not walk on me
do not tread on me...
dis-own me...
leave me lonely....I am dead....
do not cry...
do not sigh or shy away from our memory....
do not miss me....
do not kiss me when I lay in my coffin cause many times too often kisses meant nothing....I am nothing...
I am an ordinary man with the same life span but shortened by habits...I am stress...a mess....useless....not important...never was...never would be....but...you know what..I am me....

Ode to a homeless man...
Though there are no shoes on my feet and my filthy clothes are not pressed neat....my arms are tucked underneath my head...i am sleeping still...almost feeling dead...no fear of losing anything...just leave me here with my beer...cause I am....what you see that I am...The homeless man
By: Peter T. DeSpirito

#good #read

Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019

My Creed to him 09-26-17

To protect
Never neglect
Teaching him respect to gain respect
To strengthen his intellect
To be his cheer up when he tears up about a hiccup
Be the voice of his reason when in need
To him I pledge this creed

To strengthen his fight
To help him strive through out life
By him I'll do right
Help him lift the world off his shoulder when in need
to him I pledge this creed

To be his open arms to cry in
To learn when he's lying
Will never deny him
Hold his hand while guiding
Give him life's lessons when in need
To him I pledge this creed

My Son
My Soul
My World
My love
My Prayed for
My hoped for
My wish come true
My will, My Creed
I give to you

-Peter T. DeSpirito

We all as fathers feel this way for our sons...even single moms....my sons birthday is within the title...

#*** #fathers #love

Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019

Useless

Keeping what I have inside to hide my true self for others to benefit without throwing a fit

'cause I'm useless and getting sick of it...

useless is a new feeling like an empty thought revealing to people that I am less than them...and to make them feel good about themselves...

high on their pedestal like trophies on shelves earned by greatness I don't even have a medal...

though I'd settle for pats on the shoulder...Or smart *** commendings....but I am useless..

my pen feels my pain....but I remain my strong witted ordain...sleep the same and stay a sucker in the love game...

I am useless like a soldier without a gun...

nothing to show for my gain closer to my own head fame....RUN!!!...

I wear my war face outside to hide my battling pain inside...bite my tongue and take the strikes of a tongue lashing being insulted destroying my strive driven pride

intelligence I seem not to possess...my heart is filled with stress....hanging my head in shame wearing a hood to hide my face for I am useless...and I'm to blame...cause I let it happen...

I am useless and show that I cannot be counted on...but I struggle strong and will 'til my life is gone...

invisible gun..BANG....my head can no longer hang...dang...what to do now...it's a **** shame...but I am to blame...

I am useless like a gun without a soldier...as I mature much older my shoulder becomes brittle...mind shrinks little...hop becomes a wiggle..shakes become worst

useless like liverwurst...

like dirt I am walked on looked upon like I'm incompetent...

but I am content at being useless like steak to someone with no teeth...eyes open to disbelief for a brief second...listen to me when I am useless...

By: Peter T. DeSpirito December 23, 2011

Depression makes you feel different things...

#*** #feeling