Musings of Crazy People

May 2015

Brycical

This Poem Must Be Read Otherwise It Doesn't Make Sense

Banana splits lickedy his spican-and-span throbbing
peninsula clock jar.
The scar from his far faux **** ignited his beating
hexagonal calendar.
Which is used to peruse the jujubees metallic books in the public
libation crazy train station.
His ecstatic adulation exemplifies why diamonds are
a girl gorilla's favorite soap.
His floating cubed boat is on a remote desert
impala growling at the turquoise toilet.
But his spoiled toys are annoyed about the choice between life or
demonstrative sponsored concerts by budweiser.
Woeful razor beaked birds marvel at absurd his Salvador
Daoist Dharma surreal cereal caramel karma flakes.

I do and do not own the rights to this poem that didn't exist until just now.

#depression #life #coffee #people #politics #electronics #spanking #jungle #****** #nuggets

Apr 2015

WickedHope

Paintings in my walls.

My consumption is somehow sinful but in a fabricated way that makes honey seem like cyanide, or perhaps just the opposite (, I'm not sure in truth). Delight is suppressed by my self-skepticism working to root out my faithful and trusting naivete. Somehow skepticism gets lost in my incessant wanderings and wonderings and surely in my pensive ponderings. I debate what your truth is and if you have seen the same paintings that hang in my walls and in my memories. It must be acknowledged, the chance that you have forgotten and remembered the entire Nothing. My only prayer is that you might have insomnia.

Ya kno'?

For a fellow poet on here. I'm slightly curious if they'll happen to read it.

#love #desire #faith #perspective #prudence #skepticism

Apr 2015

NV

Untitled

i did the best i could,
for who i was,
at the time.

something somebody said during an episode of MTV cribs.

ironic how much it just hit home.

Apr 2015

Poetic T

[crimson haemorrhage] haiku

crimson haemorrhage
life expelled torn asunder
skin flayed decaying

Surreal Haiku, fruit eaten by animals

#haiku

Apr 2015

Poetic T

Darkness Bleeds Forth

My essence bleeds into the surroundings,
Pure becomes neither as it suffocates
Under the influence of my soul.

All who are consumed within my blanket
Find peace, as it permeates there essence.
One by one they join my beauty.

My place, my land of perpetual silence, in
this nothingness my soul will envelope all,
living be it man or flower wilting will all fall.

My essence bleeds into the surroundings,
Obscurity has its own beauty, never judged
Upon sight, a dog howls then silence falls.

Apr 2015

Shruti Atri

What will I do?

Walking in the garden,
I stepped onto the grass
Barefoot,
And revelled in the tingles
On the soles of my feet
That made me smile.

The grass was wet.
Absently, I sat myself down
And felt the grass in my hands...
'The grass is wet,' I thought,
'It feels nice, cool and peaceful,
But water doesn't catch fire...'

*Can the fire inside me burn in serenity?
Or will it burn out my peace
And c
          o
           n
          s
         u
         m
           e
               me?

#peace #serenity #barefoot #walkingthoughts #tingles #nakedsoul #blazingfire #ambitioussoul

Apr 2015

rose14195

Abortion

The government will protect your children
As long as thier not born

#short #10w #abortion #20w #15w #shortpoem #5w

Apr 2015

rose14195

Love me not

Love me
Love me not
I don't want you here
I don't need a spot in your heart
Trust me
And love me not
I am not worthy
I'm not good enough
I'm ugly on the inside
Watch my feelings rot
Love me
Love me not
I don't want to bring you down in my down fall
I can't help you
I can't break your wall
I don't know how to save you
I can't find you when your lost
I can hurt you
Show you a million of ways to torture yourself
But I can't break you out of this hell
So love me
No love me not
I will only break your heart