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I have studied your ways
For many days now
Every move so patient
You are not like me
I am not
Calm like you are
Except when
That breeze runs through
My mind and
Then moves to your eyes
and then it likes to move
Around the other ways;
Around them,
To find
You there
I'm not there,
But you say to
Be there
So I will be. . .

You never seem to change
Like I do
Or like my mind
I should say

I see this in you. . .

&

I try and understand
The feelings that arise
Like a fire in your
Holy Wilderness.
Naked in
Times of confusion

I love confusion
I hate confusion

Its where I felt you first
and where you first
Saw my unholy wildness.
Naked in
The fire that once
Consumed the feelings
In my life

&

You could see that!

But,
I couldn't see through
The blaze
The purple haze
The strange days
That they too had
Already seen

But I think that you had
Already seen me
Coming
Going
Spiraling into my violent
Rage

So you took the time
To study me and
Seek me out
Instead of the other way
Around

You excepted my
Screaming and shouting
The twisting and turning
That I have so doubted

You are the one

&

I think I like this. . .

I don't know what
I am looking for. . .

But I found you
and you solved
that problem.
First Word War
Pseudo Realistic
Ballistic Uninhibited
A missile sent to split 4 ways
Edify a Crisis in phases
Automaton Pretty Faces
In Disguise to Amaze
a general public of sheep
BLEEP BLEEP
bullet proof bodies unarmed
with spit charming critics
listeners are chirping crickets
culminating communication
this is project…
“Superior Legitimate Unfeeling Trend”
Capital Punishment designed for when
humans breathe on humans
stress is truth is fast
look looming
wade in boozeblues keep on using
mayhem amusing
to pigs in fatso pen
***** rich and booming
sucker fish snoozing
we execute plan z
permanent marker losing
 Feb 2013 JJ Hutton
Anon C
For a little sister I have always yearned
whose love never ending would be returned
a shoulder I would forever have to cry
and sweet words for my tears to dry
at last, I found her in a fairy wood
blood we may not be but she is just as good
I call her sweet Sunshine Fairy
I love her so and she always makes me feel merry
For sweet little Marian. A kinder sister one could never ask for!
Repeatedly I say
“I am okay, I am okay”
I know there is no worry
No sorrow, nor pain
or quite anything to gain

there is no luck
or fear, nor strife
things are rigid and bland

boring and ordinary
but that makes life
extraordinary

the little, the meager
the things that
leave you eager

simple, and strange
even the deranged
makes me crack a grin

looking at the future
working mysteriously
and leaving curiously

become an empty shell
and let everything
collapse and meld

forget things
move forward
dont hesitate
on the awkward

forgive and solve issues
clean bad blood
and keep things pure
and mature

dont linger
on the past
lets things fly fast

confusion is your
best friend
keep it close
and be a good host

stay empty
cause then you
are nothing
no one to bother
or smother
a crest of brittle, foaming sea,
a wave that crashes over me;
divided with uncertainty,
You fight yourself so mirthlessly.

no burden to my heart, you see,
Your smile causes it to bleed
and pulse and beat, in quickening,
a rhythmic lift so heavenly.

an ocean where the neurons breathe,
and sifting me so perfectly,
like sands across the jagged reefs,
bending back, and cleansing, me.
Edited 6/26/15:

L3:  "splitting" changed to "divided"

L4, 6:  I also changed some capitalization to create some thematic clarity, since the title is like a universal prefix for almost all of the lines.
 Feb 2013 JJ Hutton
Amber S
hush, hush,
keep your rumbling down. let us not wake him!
he has no idea of this.
oh, this started so long ago, i cannot even remember
the first time i touched your heat,
tasted your iniquitous liquid.
i kept coming back, for one more sip, one more
sniff of your lip-smacking aroma.
oh, how my glands moisten at the mere thought of you!
how my nerves tremble without you.
so, shhh, shhh,
my joe, my java, my jesus.
keep your whistling down, my lover sleeps.
but tonight, we’ll share
another taste in my favorite mug,
we’ll swim in your bitter ocean
 Feb 2013 JJ Hutton
JL
Syphon Filter
 Feb 2013 JJ Hutton
JL
The chemicals are caustic
How can you call this
Drinking water
You sleep and dream
Of the past when
Buildings gleamed and
People seemed nice
Then the cracks appeared
And we feared the worst
Firing our guns into the darkness
At anything that moved
I fight to keep my eyes open
Our fire is getting low again
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