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May 17 · 108
ibwib May 17
such is this fear's hold
that brings Beanpole to prayers old

"I don't want to hurt anyone!" he cries
"What if I'm the bad guy?"

"What if I get hurt?"

but you haven't moved an iota
and neither has anyone else

Jul 2021 · 70
ibwib Jul 2021
oh to long
but long I do

on the cusp
of greatness and not
in superposition existence caught

immobile as dawn breaks
for a day not yours but the world's
as it ends
each eye aches

never out always in
don't use those words
they betray sickness

oh but I am
Jul 2021 · 130
white teeth
ibwib Jul 2021
tales of yore
echoed then
echo now

of your blinding perfection
bone against bone
not one past another

you are what he seeks
but not I
not anymore
Jan 2021 · 71
full circle
ibwib Jan 2021
weep tears of paint
balanced in your imbalance

in this moment of weakness
I come back to you

have you any clue?

wartorn and moving
I come back to you
Nov 2020 · 258
ibwib Nov 2020
trembling roars make timber
shiver by the bank

and Beanpole stands contemplating
he'd be doing the right thing for the wrong reasons
Aug 2020 · 61
ibwib Aug 2020
dead vines or maybe dying
no tears no flaccid crying

a ray of sunshine makes them crawl
at first they whimper as if being mauled
another one from my notes
Aug 2020 · 63
ibwib Aug 2020
color, all bright and sweet
dripped into the linen sheet

coating each thread up and down
ease the fire, **** the frown
but not really

reality slips away
as color shades the grey
in its own image

all while it creases happily.

the sheet then came to realize
it had stuffed its mouth to muffled cries
a mouth it didn't have

what shall the sheet do now?

color, oh so bright and sweet
how can the sheet come to terms?
it must strike a deal with color or find a way otherwise.
this is an old one i just found in my notes...
Jun 2020 · 235
rise and fall
ibwib Jun 2020
I can hear it crying again
why is it always water and bottles spent?

wish it stays away this time for good
not unlike the light in me

at least right now
at least in this moment
heelo agen
Jan 2020 · 194
ibwib Jan 2020
cover up, boy!
for it is cold this summer
and shed your dashing coat in time
for the leaves will rise in fall.

a brisk pace is all I need, father.
warmth this summer, breeze in fall.

cover up, child!

keep him safe.
Dec 2019 · 109
ibwib Dec 2019
I fear that I'll make old mistakes again,
or maybe new ones that ride the waves of my mind.

That whilst fearing I've already done it.

but it's ok
I'm ok
I am not my thoughts
I am not who I fear to become
and these thoughts are a testament to that.
exams nooooooooo
Dec 2019 · 130
ibwib Dec 2019
i rose with dawn
and now plagued by thoughts
usual and unusual

my eyes burn as my mind speaks
Hey guys!
I've been trying to keep my poems a bit open to interpretation recently, like you might see in "bison" and "colour". I'd love to read your thoughts on them, so feel free to comment :)
Dec 2019 · 165
ibwib Dec 2019
fur blocked her view
as she walked past me
to pay her dues

unaware that her muse
painted all 'round
rising hues
Dec 2019 · 107
ibwib Dec 2019
writhing colour
becoming in December

crept up to white
pulled back by slumber

Praise be! Wake!
Praise be! Wake!
Nov 2019 · 77
ibwib Nov 2019
deep dish, tomato in my mouth
"wouldn't potatoes be nice?"
in a moment, everything went south

God ******!
you ruined the flavor.
Nov 2019 · 155
to mindfulness and back
ibwib Nov 2019
red lights
blinding whites

cold as ice
hot food

warm embrace
pretty face

high-speed chase
Hey Jude

do deers eat almonds?
feel better, friend
Nov 2019 · 192
roar and battle
ibwib Nov 2019
mind, a flipbook
alternating stories

soul, a river,
storm and rage

roar and battle
love and hate

one for me
one for the fake

but it dies down

for moments in time
against a picture for mind
a lake for soul

and they forget.

but only a moment,
the others won't allow

we must roar and battle
for now
must I complicate
and so contemplate

Nov 2019 · 111
ibwib Nov 2019
Wet string around my neck,
should I let it dry?
Worn it down, past the crest
and felt it against my sighs.

May I take it off?
"No, it's there to help."
But cries won't let it dry.

I must die then.
"No, don't, you're thinking too much."
oh deary me
so wary me
Oct 2019 · 220
ibwib Oct 2019
People confuse me
and it's not about them

It's about me
Is that narcissism?
Is thinking about myself being a narcissist, narcissism?

Make these thoughts stop, please
I can't breathe, it's not about them
or maybe it is
I try my best to listen

"I am who I am and I'll be who I'll be"
Stuck in this prison

People confuse me
and it's not about them

Maybe it is
How do I act?
Should I say this?
Should I say that?
Don't fall into the old patterns idiot, it's not like that
You're not him

"I am who I am
I am beautiful"
Do it alone.

You confuse me
Who seeks the attention?
Should I?
Should you?
Should we?

Our voices melt together
Are there more than two?
I don't know

"Psst, check your phone
Psst, you don't want to be late, do you?
Just a peek, you'll know"

Who's talking?
I don't know

I confuse me
Am I the lie that I told?
A product of my own mistakes

What does it take
to be this lost?
Am I really lost
or is this confusion a lie?

What if people don't confuse me
neither do you
neither do I
what if it's about no one?

mind away
flowers around
thoughts scarce

— The End —