Speak in words
Speak in language
Speak by body
Speak my language

There are no penalties here
Avoid the box
I want something real

Understand?
Do you really?
Now’s the time,
I’ll allow you to speak freely.

Time’s up, dear.
Now let’s speak in scenes
Whips and chains excite me
You know what I mean

We’re talking dark things
Blame it on literature

Did I hurt you pumpkin?
I swear I didn’t mean it
We’re acting now
Wear the fake appearance

We got the stage
We’ve got the set
The clothes
And the tools

I’ve got no way to end this
We are the folly of fools

I look across the tables, eyes match mine
The various skulls connected to various spines
connected to various nervous systems connected to...

I'm jumping far from the point of what I'm trying to say.

Looking down,
My lone cup sits upon the table
Filled solely with water
And various leaves
The leaves which leave flavor
Slowly seeping into my water
Infecting nature with nature.
Water slowly changing color
Leaves slowly fading away

On the table
Slightly away
Seeping into my clarity
Seeping into my system
Calming my nervousness
Sip by sip

I am happy for mutual understanding, thankfully not mutual destruction

He sat listless
As tv static called in distance

Move your hands
Not your legs
Exercise nothing
Your brain should be empty

As inky black tendrils consume all that he is,
was, hopes to ever be,
he attempts not
to provide a decent fight,
or a fight at all.

He remains listless
Feeling the pain of every single movement
In the lingering darkness of his surroundings

Putting fingers to keys
is as laborious as pushing a nail through my flesh.

Slow, painful, and weighted.

If there were something to say, it's been said before.
If there was something to do, it's been done before.

I am a mouth of sand overflow.
My hands do nothing but bring shame upon my family name,
and my feet sludge through confusion and ambiguity.

I left my brain to the left of the stove.
I think it's on fire.

I almost gave into temptation
As the rocket passed by my bedroom
Eclipsing the moon in its O so delicate form

I couldn't arrange my feelings properly
And I can honestly say that I still can't

I look to my left
And sometimes I'm right
But I still write left

And I want to read,
But books are too far
And I want to love
But this is too bizarre

And never will I accept a falsehood under the hood of my car

Invisible mishaps in the happenings of France
Beat the backwards happenstance
And misplace everything that was never there

I thought of someone else today,
Someone from my past.
Nothing ever happened,
but I wonder how she's doing.
And part of me never cared to begin with.

When will I stop being selfish?
Reality check:
I’m better than most it seems
Won’t get away
Still feeling less than great

When will I stop being selfish?
In conversation
I’ll take you the way I want to go
Won’t get away
Let me spill out information

When will I stop being selfish?
Everyday
I don’t spend time with you
Won’t get away
Don’t allow me to

I need you.

What means to me
Does not mean to you

I have oh so many things
I have yet to do

Basic rhyme schemes
And what's left in lieu
...
Of the newest disasterpiece
Line break to savor a dramatic lease

On life, on love
On whatever's least

What's there left
when we refuse to see each other
for what we are?

Outdoors smells like death
And indoors brings no life

Literally.
Figuratively.
There are no words for what I'm thinking.
There are no words for what I'm thinking.
My life on repetition
My lines on repetition

I need to let loose
I did
I didn't
I need to cleave to a good read
Good Book
God Book
Good Book
Dog's nook
I left away the peels of the orange
On the linens

I want to smell nice.
But isn't it better to be nice?

Hey girl, I’m a mess.
You’re a “private ****” with a holster
I guess.
I’m a private **** undercover;
I jest.
All I want is to **** and be heard.
I’m sure I can go without the latter;
Just **** me like I matter.

It’d be easier if you’d have your life figured out.
That line goes for us both, I suppose.

I keep thinking it’s easier to drive her away,
I’m not enough.
So I’m looking through a window, at a woman I don’t really love.
Wondering if she’s the secret key,
Like there is one.

I suppose that’s why **** is so easy, right?
You come with me.
It doesn’t matter what I have in my pocket,
What the bad things I did today were,
Who the **** I am.

I’m just a private ****.

Echoes of actions
Linger longer
Than half-assed wordplay
and roses

Feeling impressively lonely tonight; I strongly dislike nights like this.

I don't feel like weaving you a story in words
I don't feel like writing
I don't want to give you poetry to chew on
I don't want to feed you
I don't know what I'm doing now
I don't know what I'm saying
All I know is I'm not writing now
All I know is I'm not staying.

Speak me up
I really like to hear it.

Beam me up
I really want to appear
Like
I know what I’m doing
In front of a large crowd

You want the truth?
I’ll give it.
I want to scream out-loud

Let’s be scared together
I know that I know nothing
I hope you know more
If you don’t
That’s fine
Let’s be scared together

Illiterate alphabetical
I freaking spilled my soup?

What do you get when all my brain cells have flown ze coup?

The Lion share of burdened
Letters
Watch them while they burn the
Letters

Oscar Wilde
Oscar Childe
Oscar Mike

Let's toil
Let's rile

If everything tasted like wild berries

The flower petals in my mind
The flower petals in your hair

If everything tasted like wild berries
Like anyone ever cared

The flowers in your hair,
Oh, the flowers in your hair.

Surrealism in life
Harsher is the reality of the mind
Enter my sphere of influence
Take time to unwind

I awoke too early
You know my temperament
I awoke too early
Let us all sit and lament

Speak to me in voices
You and I don't understand
Speak to me in voices
But I will not grab your hand

Welcome to a reading of my innermost thoughts.
I call it poetry on most days.
It stings sometimes.

I sit in the abyss,
       Screaming.
            There’s an echo.
       Am I alone?
Maybe

Questions brought by vague answers
Patience will be my demise
Do I wait?
Or is that what kills me?
Surely if it were,
"Im" would fall before the word on the slip...
What if patience leads to something?
Questions...
    Questions...
        Questions...

If I blew up,
could you contain me?
Pretty please?

If mental sprawlings were explosions
I would be very dead

Stroking keys with grace
And aplomb
Scratching paper
With black or blue ink

Bringing about pictures
In other's minds
With words
Simple words

Words that could mean nothing
But you and I know better

Link together two things,
Three things, four
Alike in few aspects
Word it proper
Bring about emotion
Reaction

Poetry

Sometimes,
     It's what you don't say
     That can **** me

He feels alone in a room full of people.
He supposes, "I guess that hasn't changed,"
and continues on about his day.

Hearing the words, "I thirst," in his frustrations and loneliness,
he looks back and watches the cross leave marks
from where he had come from,
and he began to wonder what they'd look like
the further he traveled.

I've blown the train conductor's...

Mind

With a long, hard...

Fact

Regarding wet, soaked...

*******

Owners leave unshaved, outside,
With collars, of course.

Oh Look! Intelligence!
Says no one as we stroll through the store

Trailer park arrivals
Getting darker vitals
Let's just rhyme random nonsense

I took a stroll with God today
He's risen, you know
I took a stroll with God today
Imprisoned in sin, I know

There's coffee in my brain
And coffee in my hand

And stains where no tear drops
e'er fell

There's chocolate on my toast
There's chocolate on my toast
There's spices on my roast

What's this world coming to?

1, 2, 3, and 4
Sitting in class, totally bored

College was supposed to teach me things
I'm left here, still wondering.

I don't regret, I'm happy I'm here
But now the real world is what I fear

After it's all said and done
I'll leave this room, but there will be no sun.

Depressing clouds,
Bleak misfortune

I came to learn things
Not to talk about the weather.

Thunderous explosions destroying
    Every thought that once existed with purpose

There's someone else guarding your heart, dear;
I can't help.

"I ****** THE FIDDLY-WIDGET!"

You scream down a naked hallway.
They wear no clothes, you know.
Unabashed knaves.

I think the worst part of all of it
Was I wanted to be that brother.

I mean, grander scope,

The person I am is not who I want to be.

Not even in the changeable sense.
Sometimes I just wish I worked differently.

The saddest part is, by wishing, by longing for that
I'm longing for not me,
and I like me.

I am me.

I mean we could delve into this psychologically: the ideal self.
We could run me through with philosophy, and in reality, this piece is going far from the ideal.

I write stream of thought, can you tell?

None of this is ever planned. I literally ***** on paper [that's electronic], similar to that artist who vomits colored milk, except, you know, with words.
I can't quite turn it into music yet.
That'll come later on, I suppose.

I thank God for what I am.
It's just a struggle, because I want to be better than me;
While He's happy with me, sometimes I'm not.

I saw her face tonight,
and I want to be with the person I perceived
Not the person she is.
She's beautiful though, of that there's no doubt.
I hope she finds someone for her.
She deserves him, and he her.

But I want mine,
and maybe there isn't one,
and I want to be ok with that too.

I feel like there’s something in the dark for me,
Waiting,
Lurking,
Searching for a victim.

I feel like there’s something in the dark I see,
Breathing,
Lurching,
Perching on bedposts.

There’s something in the dark I know,
I can feel its presence on the back of my neck.

There’s something in the dark for sure,
but I simply can’t come back to the light yet.

I stayed too long in your lovely cottage
Drinking in art, form, and love

I dared not attempt to ask a question
Because I viewed everything as rose

The glasses I wore
Tint the world to a happier hue

But now, now I realize, she's still not over you

I'm not sure who you are,
But I know you have her heart
And that's why, I feel, this could be doomed from the start.

When she fell, she fell hard, she says
Now I wonder, how many broken promises you whispered on her bed

Premature heartbreak
Within this lovely cabin
I will find regret in days' time
Of this I'm sure
But until then, I'll keep thinking this rhyme.