When I see the face of my maker here
I’ve never seen a more beautiful thing
My maker is not God nor is it fear
Fear is just the outcome and the offspring
So far gone are the values of our men
Fighting in the names of Gods expired
Crying for the right to love so long dead
On shaking ground but argued required
You’ll see the face of your maker and weep
When recognized by your own scarring heart
If eyes open to spot that bloodied creep
A maker’s face may close both from the start
Your matching face can only seem to choose
Decide if he’s the maker or are you

One of them is hoping
The other one is moping.

The one that isn’t moping
Wishes they were coping.

Sorry I couldn’t get my work done
I was too busy writing
rap lyrics about how much I hate you
I guess you could say I got
Diss-track-ed?

There’s thousands of words published
On this site
Ev’ry day
None of us are Shakespeare
As we’re all great
In our own ways

The “thumbs up”s and “heart”s aren’t a
Reflection
Of who you are
So, keep writing Hello Poetry!
And fill our small world
With more stars

In the end, if you’d just think to think before you
Speak
You wouldn’t’ve done a thing
Or hurt a person
Unfortunately, we don’t always get what we want
As shown by today
Not
Being a snow day, and so
You did it. You did the thing
And hurt a person. Multiple persons
I guess it’s just expected
You’ll be accepted
And forgiven
Again
&
Again

Respect, love. Genesis 2:24
Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh
But there’s something else…

Fear

They say that choices made
(Be it by yourself, others, or nature)
Can drastically affect how a
                                 Single
Person’s life plays out.
It’s quite like the ocean that you sail on now
With the seawater swaying
                              Back
              And
Forth
Or in
Loud
Violent
STORMS
Fate works in mysterious ways
It could be high tide at one point in the day
And then later show you
Beautiful things
That were previously
                               Under           Water
You can feel at peace one second
Bobbing
^ Up ^
              And
v Down v
And then
PAnICKinG -and- DRowwnIING
The next
You inhale deeply
Breathing in the salty fresh air
The sharp cold cuts through your lungs
…it’s painful…
But you Don’t Mind
You Don’t Mind your red cheeks
  Or the crashing waves
      Or the rocking
                                 Back
             And
Forth
You only Mind having to
Leave your
|Home|
-But-
We’ll see,
We’ll see.

Two heavenly hands hold hues of their own
A hell in the night we live all alone
The greater and the lesser light will see
She here with her one and he with his three
He sleeps and wakes up to discover names
The unfortunate truths of life are blamed
When they choose to allow her to have this
Cathar reveals itself, tetractys
A maiden resides and is instead shown
Not pen, but pencil to see The Lupeon

You may have a chance
You may have your way
But just because you may
Doesn’t make it your say

Once for
You
Twice for
You
And a third for
My disappointment
And a third for
The pattern

Don’t blink, Don’t speak
Don’t hesitate
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t test your fate

I can’t make people feel things
Anymore
It doesn’t matter
Anymore
If I use different sp a   C in    G
Or

Stanzas

The broken poet
No rhythm
No rhyme
Anymore

There’s deadline for everything.
Every project,
every assignment,
every year,
every life.
A deadline for them all.
And I’ll collect when your deadline is due.
Wether or not it’s grim is not up to you.

If I Could
Fall apart again
Just so you’d put Me back
together then
I’d be Falling
Every single day
And not just Falling
Apart

It’s a miracle we even survived
‘cause you’re a liar
I’ve got no reason to wanna die
‘cause I’m a fighter

I’m swallowing my blood
I’m swallowing my pride
I’m swallowing my tears
When my mouth runs to my eyes

I’m falling down to sleep
I’m falling down to earth
I’m falling down to hell
When I vote against my birth

You’re taking back my voice
That you gave to me
You’re taking back our choices
You said would set us free

This is not diplomacy
This is not a union
This is not democracy
When we’re all acting like fools man

It’s crazy to think that we
even got this far
It’s crazier to see
Missiles instead of shooting stars

Yapping about religion
Crapping on people’s rights
Sapping up to the masses
And clapping ‘bout losing fights

It’s a miracle that we lived this long
‘cause, guys, we’re dying
We’ve gotta try to keep moving on
‘cause now we’re silent

I’m choking on my thoughts
I’m choking on my spit
I’m choking on all the hurt in the world
Man, this sh’t ain’t it

I’m crashing into pedestrians
I’m crashing into towers
I’m crashing into judges
Man, you’ve got a scary lust for power

This sh’t’s been going on for longer than it
should be
We’re acting a lot less stronger than we
could be

“F’ck the gays”
“F’ck the coloured”
“F’ck education”
We are smothered

It’s a wonder that you’ve even survived
‘cause you’re a whiner
We’ve got “no reason” to be acting surprised
B’tch, we are MINORS

We are paying for the sins
Of our forefathers
We got more loses than wins
And barely any dollars

It’s miracle we’re even alive
Society’s lying
We’ve every reason to wanna die
Yet we’re. Still. Fighting.

Sure, it’d be nice
Nice to bottle up your breath
So I could carry a bit of you around with me
Or hair
Or nails
Really anything.

Rejoice, peers! For tis our savior:
An infinite Summer
Time ticks not in time of Summer
Grass, ticks, popping, fires of Summer
Hark, the Sun; shining, straining
Blessed be those of Summer,
An infinite Summer
No time, but always time for fun
Fun passes not in fun of Summer
Fire, grasses, falling, suns of Summer
Hark, the Time; flying, straining
Seek not the unknowing ending
An infinite Summer
And Rejoice

This is it: what I wanted
So why does it feel so empty
I deserve this. All As. A Diploma.
Tassel to the other side of the
Hat
Ha
H

W
Wa
War
Tassel to the other side of the war
Did I not earn this
Did I not do my best
Did I not try hard enough
I tried TOO hard.
It’s empty
No diploma. No As. No tassels. No war.
This is it.

Plane poems
Plain poems
Poems written on a plane
Poems written plainly

Inspiration struck
But not quite
Not quick
Out goes the candle wick…

Plane presses on my lungs
The thinning air on the outside
Popping ears on the inside
Plain seats, faces, copy-pasted

Cookie-cut, Repeated
My knees buckle
My belt buckles
Playing, plane, plain

Napkins greet me in blues and yellow
Bellowing clouds, smoke, steam
From the plains under me
Under the plane

It’s a funny feeling.
Not butterflies-
..**** no.
It’s a funny feeling:
That feeling you feel when you go from
Seeing a person everyday
To
Never seeing them again.
And it’s not just graduation
My tears in my eyes stay on my face
While others roll down,
And gravity follows
We know that the tears on my eyes with follow
They’ll roll down too.
And it’s not just funerals.
My tears leave each other behind
And the ones after them cry for the
Ones before them
And they just keep putting themselves over the
Edge,
Ledge,
My chin.
It’s a funny feeling
Not jitteriness-
..**** no.
It’s a funny feeling:
That feeling you feel right before jumping.
When people go from
Seeing you everyday
To
Never seeing you again.

He’ll tell you he doesn’t love you
I’ll tell you when you come back home
You make me feel like a coast
Where I’m the sand
And you are the sea
You always come back to me
Trailing here like a nonstop, dancing tide

He’ll tell you he doesn’t miss you
I’ll tell you when you come back home
You make me feel like a little dog
Where I wait for you by the door
And you jangle your keys
You always come back to me
Trailing here like a working woman

He’ll tell you he doesn’t care
I’ll tell you when you come back home
You make me feel like a tree
Where I am the leafs
And you are my branches
You always come back to me
Trailing here like a changing season

But he is the moon
But he is your job
But he is winter

And you are drying up
And you are broke
And you are decaying

I’ll be left alone again,
You go back to your patrol,
And he’ll keep not caring,

Mom and Dad
Birds of
Birds’
Feathers
Up downstairs
Down the attic
Mites in dust, walking a museum
Muse
MY muse
(S)
Birds of birds’
Broken nestststst-ts-ts-st
Street
And they don’t love each other anymore

A siren’s songs
A woman’s fears
Drown the world in peace and tears

A siren’s cries
A woman’s ashes
Drown the sea with sounds of crashes