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It started flowing...
I started growing...

It started calling...
I started sprawling...

I'm needing action...
Some satisfaction...

I'm in the movies...
But they're so plastic...

Yeah I'll get outside...
Give me a minute...

When it gets lovely...
I'm all up in it...

Now just relax me...
I'm self-control now...

Still I wanna thank you...
For still knowing how.
I fell behind because I was too busy pushing you forward.
He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
                                                      ­  
                                                        He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
                                                        Sh­e lulls him with her poetry...

He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...

                                                     ­            He asks her to dance with him,
                                                            ­   She moves him with her poetry...
                                                  
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, *and gives him her poetry...
Poetry is what makes her.
Draft.
I.

If you don’t leave my house
I’ll ******* **** you.

II.

I’ll ******* **** you
if you don’t leave my house.

III.

I’ll bash your skull in
with this baseball bat
if you don’t leave now.

IV.

No, you don’t live here; please leave.
Don’t make me **** you.

V.

No, you don’t have ***.
Call the cops, Andrew.
You have until the count of ten
to leave, or else I’m going to use this
bat.

VI.

You don’t legally live here; you don’t
pay rent, nor is your name on the lease.
Quit telling me you’re ready to die.

VII.

Quit closing the door.
Get off of me! I want to **** you.

IX.

Quit screaming that I kidnapped you.
I found you here, hunched over
naked
in my closet. Stay right there,
put your clothes on.

X.

If you don’t stop struggling,
they’re going to **** you.

XI.

They’re going to **** you
if you don’t stop struggling.
like Matt says

WW3 is on its way

///

see / if you are just a kid

you may not understand what it's all about

But

Those that do are stressing on it

And you are around them all the time

"""""""

Your teachers
Your parents

Your neighbors
Etc

The older you are the clearer you see it
The more deeply you feel the stress
and know what it is

And if you are a kid you feel ( and completely so )
Everybody else's stress but you think it's origins

Is inside yourself ........

and hence ......... The depressions

The sense of unworthiness
The lovelessness
Etc

//

Now
To explain myself a bit

I am 70 years old

Kinda isolated

//

I talk to the elders ( so to speak )

They are very busy !

The 40-50 year olds are still saying
It's just a political thing

But by their stress we know they know better

//

I try to talk to them

But they get agitated quite easily

( which is how you can know they know )

///

kids do what you kids out there do

So there's no need to describe it



All I've been trying so say to you -- is

Please stop hurting yourselves

& that the forces that are driving you

Are not your own but our horrors

And that it seems that the combining

*** with love

Is kinda messing up your heads

And

That both are sacred

But they are not the same thing



Love is more universal and only if you start

By each one really loving all of the rest

As a natural phenomena

( in fact -- a natural Right )

As a prelude to the " pairing up " business

Can you survive



( happiness ?

we can talk of THAT later ! )

//

So

if I have seemed harsh or seem harsh or seem harsh

In the future

It's not from lack of love

///

Matt says

Sept 2015 !

THE COLLAPSE OF AMERICA !

The people I still talk to say the same

/:/

I don't say this to stress you out

But the stress levels and the public evasiveness

Will intensify drastically in the months ahead

"""""

So like I said

IT IS REALLY THE TIME TO LOOK COMPLETELY

TOWARD YOUR INNER STRENGTH

TO LOOK TOWARDS EACH OTHER

AND TO NOT SEEK SALVATION IN FANTASY
+                                                                ­                    +    +


(                          
        ­                            )
       (                    
              )
(
\/
/\
/    \

                                                          ­         ( reveal yourself to Me )
                
               ####

I am the love   ...
                                                             ­   (   & you , too  ?   )

WE                                    !!

//

we heard the mountain song

( who was singing  ? )

::::

now ...
                                                           ( when everyone is so afraid )
!!                                                             ­                               




there can be no love if there is fear of dying




                                                     ­ ( say it as you will )

The pathway leads thru
All the illusions

That make up           This World                                           !!

|~|

I love a girl and she loves me

( symbolically  speaking )

Certain symbols are the only way
To express reality



( words like

Naked

Words like

Pure )

//                   //

We may say

SADNESS IS NOT MENTAL ILLNESS

but would we know what we mean ?

//

like

THE TREE OF LIFE

//

are we really talking about

A ...... tree ?

()

Listen !

The song on the breeze

It is your face merging into god ' s Word

God 's World

God's long forgotten Infancy

//

God's YOU!

God's ME !

000

the times breathe heavy

But so do WE

////

I think it's time for us to Dance

//

To be the Seed

//

Of the Earth Itself

Of Humanity
There she sat
cross legged
on the
neatly made bed.

She held the Wine
bottle and a lit cigarette
in one hand.

And used the other to
slowly
pick the lint
off the comforter
while humming
a song
I'd never heard .
 May 2015 Jayme M Yaroch
PrttyBrd
Pushed back across the line
The line between *** and love
Loving you no less than yesterday
Wanting you more with each insight
Caught between your fear of intimacy
And my abundant affection
Missing the way you want me
Wanted me...
Want me Still?
Berated for loving you
Jagged dagger wounds heal slowly
While loving you no less than yesterday
No apologies for purposeful pain
You proved yourself right, though you are so wrong
You just don't want to know
Remember me with affection you were too afraid to show
Think of me often, and realize
I love you...still
51415
In my heart...still
(
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                   (
                     \/
                     /\
                      /   \
                   •
          •  
•  

/////

death is come

( you too --- little poet child )                                  


First ------ raw pain

( have you felt it   ? )
  

And a sense of lovelessness unexplained

( I'm sure you know  that  one ! )


A feeling of uselessness / depression / no energy

( fading away )

////////

Dying

We are all ( simply ) dying !!



So

Despite all our rantings and numb loving

and self abusing

The fact remains



We are dying



We are being slowly and systematically poisoned

///

We are of the population set to be reduced

So that others may be sustained

••

MURDERED

( if you will )

()
/\
/ \
,,,,,,,,,,

We should say goodbye to one another

Or

Truly
Surely

Sincerely

Finally meet and say HELLO
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