Randall Walker

Randall Walker Oct 2017

I think our priorities are out of order
Shuffling, sick addicts chattering mad
Pushing boundaries and breaking borders
Every letter we type data to record
Corporations enslaving us all
Political establishment laughable at best

I hate to be yet another critic
But the optimists have fists
Shoved so far up their *****
The hand over their eyes is a mask
Blinding them to the cardboard cut outs
They watch so religiously

And don’t get me started on religion
Or how the Earth is literally on fire
Easily ignored, thanks to a finite life span

Such diatribes are easy
Sitting in a chair is easy
This is easy
We have it easy

Feeling uncomfortable is easy

But eventually
It’s gonna get hard
Really, really hard
Maybe for us
Maybe in a hundred years
(so relax, take another hit, no fuss)

As for me
I’ve always liked my pain before my play
So I'm dropping off the jungle gym
I have ankles to sprain

Not sure why I wrote this, I'm probably more lost than you are.

Oct 2017

欣快

eclipse

and i swear i'll be your best time of your life
until somebody eclipses me in every capacity
the sunrise hasn't happened yet and there's still bridges
to burn, the oversized teddybear you got me from
the fair of those overpriced games lined up under the bright
farris wheel lights that shine with nostalgia everytime
i think about them again, crashing on your couch
and waking up in the morning to the smell of breakfast
but you have disappeared and it will be tragic, bones
hurt when you break them but you haven't broke mine yet

Randall Walker Oct 2017

Soul Birth

In the time before,
I was empty, miserable inside,
A wretch whose every smile was war,
Whimpering for a curtained place to hide.

The day, desolate;
Night, in its black stillness much the same.
Pitched pain, itching for an exit,
Legs set to cease the heaving hate and blame.

Now, I feel my heart
Beating love-blest power through my chest.
Before unfelt, its bucking start
Divests the owner, all along mere guest.

Symphony, rise, crest,
Condescend to my low-sighted view.
I sleep to wake, straight-up obsessed,
Eight letters and a period for you.

Careful now, don’t jest,
Lest my past peers profitable heist,
Dethroned selves sing out through the mesh,
Anguished, set to vanquish their sole poltergeist.

So, patch; never cease
Paragon of love’s delightful dawn,
Persisting for the barest piece
Of you, the whole of why I am not gone.

A little something
I've been working on
For my one and only
Truly only one.

#soul #birth #empty #wretch #love #letters #anguished #you #i #piece

Randall Walker Oct 2017

Confined to Infinity

I push my body to its limits,
Then push my mind.

There are no limits.

#infinity #body #mind #push #harder #every #day

Randall Walker Oct 2017

Despicable

The worse pain
One can feel
Is ripping the heart
From the one you love.
And crying.
Crying.
Just crying.
(How can there be so many tears?)
As their blood
(The blood you love)
(The blood you would exchange
One speck of
For oceans upon oceans
Of your own)
—Your blood—
Dribbles down your chin,
Dripping and dropping into the abyss
You have created.

You are the monster
Both of, and by,
Your own design.

Hell welcomes you as one of their own.

But you're getting away lightly.

What must their pain be?

Oct 2017

Lindsay

Why I'm Single

Finding a lover is effortless
for some people.
They only want a few things:
Someone attractive, kind,
funny or rich.

But
I desire
something so much deeper.

I want

an intelligent mind
that wakes up thoughts in me
I didn't realize were hibernating.

I want

to converse, analyze and debate
without being conscious of
the sun rising and falling
between our words.

I want

to make a witty remark
at a coffee shop
so he can reply sarcastically
just for me to jab back immediately
and for him to comeback back playfully
until we're both laughing
stomachs shaking
spit flying
the whole store staring
and we leave
without coffee

I want

our hands to stitch together
perfectly
like two lost puzzle pieces;
one found under a couch cushion
one found inside a junk drawer.
The rest of the puzzle has
already been thrown away
but
these two pieces remain
and they fit.

I want

to fall in love together
then together fall in love with
art, museums, songs, poems
T.V shows, radio jingles,
greek food, backroads,
our mutual hatred for pop culture,
doing the dishes (as long as he washes and I dry)
wrong turns, piled up laundry, life.
Just fall in love with life.

I want

to hurt with him

I want

to save the world with him

I want

to meet, see, understand
and experience all that is foreign
with him.

I think it will only take us meeting
and it'll only be history and happiness from then on.

It's just a matter of if a love like that could ever be
and if a love like that could ever be for me.

#love #free #verse #poem #poetry #trending #happiness #you #me #him

Oct 2017

Marissa Rozas

Souls

Souls make people
Who they are
When we pass
Our soul wanders
Wondering what to do
They have always had some purpose
Now what?
Souls are seen even after death
Maybe it’s the warm smell of cookies
Or the salty smell of the sea
One thing
Makes every soul different
Makes every soul remembered
One thing
One word
You

This is an old poem I wrote...