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 Jan 2019 Kristo Frost
Rumi Iqbal
I’ve lived my life confused,
but never stationary.
I’ve lived my life humbled,
but never dreary.

I’ve taken time
to find myself
But never made my life
Worth putting on a shelf

School and family and sport and school
is all I’ve ever known
life, my friend knows much more
But has left me to find it on my own

I am no demon.
I am no saint.
I am just me
I can’t really explain

I’ve come a long way
With this thing called life
I’ve got a lot of answers to give
And man, I sure as hell hope I’m right

I don’t know where my life is going
And honestly, I don’t care.
For if I think too much about it
I will always be in despair.
 Jan 2019 Kristo Frost
Natt
I might be uncertain about a few things
I might be worried
But whenever I look into your eyes
I know everything’s going to be alright
The feeling you give me
It’s uncomparable to anything I’ve felt before
I look into your eyes
And that’s when it hits me everytime
that
I love you
I’m in love with you
And I know I could look into those eyes forever
Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning *******
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere

twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,

these conglomerations create,
themselves, via some inexplicable
literary process which generate
prestidigitation soon after
affixing wired thinking cap,
whereby positioned electrodes exfoliate

on scalp yup thence, off miniature oblate
spheroid (suddenly barren) of golden locks
most soup Priam wantonly depilate
(envision candidate
undergoing biofeedback,
or...captured as bait)

by...yea (of course) alien invaders curious
to experiment, and subject a random pate
with out of this world tests that agitate
most precious anatomical accouterment
'bout size of average poe tate
toe (actually...almost same consistency)

okay...sorry, this chap doth relate
such comparison to
his own cerebral aggregate,
where he starkly realizes
neurological concentrate
takes a permanent vacation

to distant Palatinate
essentially leaving a void, ah...just
perfect for cosmic outliers to allocate
(no...no...no noninvasive, i.e.)
their laser like gizmos scrutinize how

(albeit unwittingly) to ameliorate
writer's block, thus
glad tubby ("Guinea Pig"),
and let abductors amputate
my killed expense ******* ("FAKE")
noggin pulp struggling to articulate,

(hence quite a relief,
you cannot imagine), dear mate
when fiber optic threads of light
essentially painlessly
(rather ticklishly aspirate)
clump of useless gray matter,
yours truly does implicate

as complicit to cause unnecessary
difficulty to associate
with **** sapiens, an extremely
strenuous task, thence joyful to dedicate
(without being headstrong),
an ***** minimally missed at any rate
long last free to babble poppycock
oblivious as ambitious readers berate!
The Chinese have got
to me
by using
Lapsang Souchong
tea,
how dastardly,

but they took me
quite easily
after the
twenty-second
cup.
How willingly I went..
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
I love him
I always will
But they said no
No to our love
And we listened
We followed as we do
We let them win
Or think so
Because for now
They have
JJH
 Jan 2019 Kristo Frost
yúyīn
It’s not even enough to be on the same page anymore .. I guess we're still reading different sentences.
C.
 Jan 2019 Kristo Frost
Chris
Thanks for your thoughts on the matter,
The first week made my mind shatter.
Meeting you is what helped me.
Being around you helped break free.

Our time may have been small
but you stopped my fall.
I felt you would have left me behind.
Erased me, like the others, from your mind.

Please tell me when we can meet again,
I'd love to reunite with an old friend!
I don't want something like this to end
but I can't wait for the chance to send.
Enjoy.
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