Free Style - Hello Poetry

Jun 2020

Third Eye Candy

As I lurch from my Precambrian slumber
I do Birds where my windows peek from under.
I boldly go where the wind is a frame of reference-
and serve the Empty a full spectrum of dislocation.
I Unnerve the Actual with a dark Plum
singing something UnNatural.
Grief drains the Pool of every Sea
while Poseidon slights the Farce
Of our Perpetual Carbon Farms.
while slinking into varicose
Dreams.

Disarmed.

II

it never feels like Wednesday the way you want it too.

Jul 2015

dj

F for Fat

somehow liars are always ugly
I don't know how the universe does this
but **** am I right

you may not notice
(the pointy beak, acne and cancer moles)
but if you really really focus

somehow I'm right

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#poem #liar #ugly #goodenough #godknows #orawarning

May 2015

TinyMtn

Spoken #1

Blatantly pacing impatiently, waiting for daylight. I'm tired and wide awake, but it's not the right time of morning. It's a burning in the brain and the ***** of my eyes that keeps me in waking and my bed is cold and my hand is empty of yours, darling. The situation is hardly dire, but if you'd light my fire I'd be higher and we could be flyer together...

Sep 2014

BB Tyler

Escape Routes

In my meticulous counting of
escape routes
am I undoubtedly bound.

It's ridiculous this shouting
and fake mouth
can spout such powerful sounds.

If we are made round
by this playground ride,
if we remain found
(pressure applied on every side)
I might drown or die
or more likely hide away,
fly, explore, and stay,
get gone
get lost
and pray
till dawn and day
when frost and spray
on the lawn displayed make waves in grey,
break the dew-sparks and make way for
sunrise hues
(no dark, light blues)
for you
to run right through.
All bright, brand new.
Right on cue, as if you knew.

You know,
I've heard that birds go
over the rainbow,

I can too.

You know?
You knew.
It's not just one shot you got,
not one flow to go with,

you can choose.

We're no longer circular,
shining like a herkimer,
opening my heart
and finding what it's worth to her.

Undefined by size,
by shape, by time.
I am more than mind,
motion and lines.
I am the ocean and brine,
the fruit and the rind.
I leave nothing behind.

I see but I have no eyes,
I grasp but my hands are tied,
and still I try
because that's the name of the game,
whether it's love
or money
or fame,
we're not above change,
we're not beside staying the same.

Jun 2014

Love

Stage Time

When you're up on stage,
It's like time slows.
Your breathing is more focused,
Your heart beats a little faster.
You go out there and own it and do your very best,
Because there's no point in embarrassing yourself,
With a little pity thing called fear.
The rush of adrenaline pours over you,
And like that you're addicted.
You crave the curtain opening,
And the applause at the end.
Your heart drops when you miss a line,
Or fumble on a word.
The stage becomes your life,
And consumes you,
As if acting was a drug.

May 2014

RA

On Top Of The World

My perch up here is so
precarious. Though you led
me to this now, so surefooted upon
the steep trails we have
not dared broach for
these long months, I am scared
the warm sound of your voice
will soon fade, and here
on top of the world without
a hand to hold, though now
I am giddy, it will grow cold. You see,
on top of the world makes
it so much easier
to fall.

"The higher the leap
The harder the ground."
-- Indigo Girls, Center Stage

May 17, 2014
1:09 PM
edited May 19, 2014

Apr 2014

dj

Zanarkand

During explosions; during raids
after rapes; after slaughters

the curse needs a b odY
a possession; a sort of doll

as the spectral bots whimper,
infected by the curse,
unbeknownst & innocuously enough
"May god be with ye",
it spreads like ghostly ***
to me
it all seems so
horrific
and gor
-y.

I've always found those polite gesture-sayings like "May God be with the victims" to be so grossly ironic and darkly humorous

Mar 2014

BB Tyler

I'm Still Learning

I meditate
to alleviate
my fear of starting gates
and arriving late;
but this way's not working.

My lurking ailments
are assailants sent
from me to me
to see the pail's spent
much time
under leaky eyes
and roofs through
blurred lines in blue skies.

My demons fly higher than I.

Truths are lies alive in the
ears of who's hearing them,
and leaders are the feeders
of the power that's fearing them.

I'm searing them tearing gems
with uncertain vapors,
burning buds put in papers.
Rainy red retinas
want to undrape her
so I scream just to shake her
from myself
before I break her
from her shelf,
with rainy retinas red,
of self certain days.

I'm yearning for shades to start churning,
red back to blue,
you'll stop burning.
I want you
to stop earning
my dreary dream't gifts.

I'm still learning.

Copyright: Bennett Tyler

Mar 2014

Jaiya Star

Emergence Into Convergence

Emerge from the caccoon that has held me so long,
Courage, howl at moon, flying soon in high noon sun,
I pull a rune one, its blank and for that i thank.

Listening, mystery mission,
glistening, crystal prism,
schism, wisdom,
White to spectrum, back to galactic light,
Impact the night, in this luminous universe,
watch me tune a verse to Fibonacci,
And spiral out about that viral style shout.
No doubt,
Spiral in, cycle in the tidal spin,
Light will dim then bright again.

The seed first, then the rebirth,
See her first as we nurse,
The sweet love i speak of,
Meet the peak of sky, die, fly high, be free,
And see the sea of we, feed the need of glee,
and do be do be do be FREE.

the rhythm of the poem is somewhat lost in translation to text. try reading it out loud, tune in feel it.

Oct 2013

Francisco DH

You Are Worth it

But then he turned with his back towards me cutting the cord of our conversion.
What wanted to be said got shoved back in my throat and I choked as I tried to swallow every letter every syllable.
I too turned and opened the door leading to the stairs.
With every step his words echoed and I tried to understand what he meant.
At the top I gave up and took a deep breath.
I let my self turn and closed my eyes.
The stillness of the area made it that much harder to do what I did.
It was as if an audience drew breath, not wanting their breathing to interrupt the scene that was to transpire.
I too drew in my breath and waited. The stillness was no longer still as white noise entertained my ears.
Every where in my body there was fire as the CO2 wanted to escape.
I opened my mouth the CO2 rushed trying to distance its self from me. But with it "You are worth it" flew out echoing and bouncing off the walls.
But he never heard those words for the cord for conversion was severed once his was turned.
But if it were to happen again I would let him know with an embrace, a kiss that he is worth it.

May 2013

Carly A

drown.

You make me hurt inside.
This kind of hurt that steals my breath and upsets my stomach.
This hurt is so big that I often wonder how it fits inside my body. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much, because it’s too much, because it’s tearing out of my guts.
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you hate I hate you hate hate hate hate hate hate.
I want to not know you, I want to forget you, I want to never hear of or even think of your existence again as long as I breathe.
It comes in massive explosions, this hurt.
A landmine in my body, it goes off when you touch my thoughts.
Twisting, searing, high-pitched hurt.
I want to be left alone.
Please please please please please please
Just leave me alone.

Mar 2013

dj

Gold Tooth

He had a gold tooth
Right in front

I thought;
A hideous feature
Worse though
Was his aroma -
Certain death & ****
& Liquor.

He screeched some babble at me
I didn't understand
And he got angrier.
'What does this ***
Want from me?'

Unlocked my car
I got in
Slammed the door
Lock.

His index finger
Pointing at me as I drove away

I met the American nightmare at 9pm in Detroit