Enter in the beauty of this purity Sincerity’s a rarity Look in the mirror and I stare at me Offer up a prayer for me But the guilt overrides me It eats up inside me Bide my time ‘till I’m free Like the inverse of Lyme disease Fine by me, let me be I’ll huff and puff in ecstasy But words are nothing; words are free Words sap up my energy These colors aren’t that fun Found myself overrun Screams brighter than the sun Coming from everyone Yet they live their lives in white lies With nothing else to stand by No power helps their planes fly And in the end they all die Honesty’s a lonely word Feeling under scrutiny Heavy under blows; is this a mutiny? Pardon me, Because I was never the captain I was never in charge Life doesn’t have captions It’s just blank index cards Murphy’s law applies to spirits Raise a glass for your ghost Right when things are gone, That’s when you miss them the most
Writing is my only hope The pen’s blood-ink, it stains my throat There’s no one there to fawn or dote Surrounded by my poison moat Isolated by the fray Shackled wrists, I’m locked away They stick around for just a day Then turn and leave me where I lay Draining; all I do is try Sinking as they pass me by Sometimes you just have to cry But tears won’t come—I wonder why My words are all I’ve got and less For looks alone don’t pass the test Hot, I’m not, just a hot mess They like me, but don’t like me best
"So tell me how you're so confident." You say with a glimmer of seduction in your half shut eyes, your head leaned back- I want you. I want to watch you melt in my hands. I'm slipping on snow on the patio but your glance keeps me steady, I want your hands on me already. You're 10 years older but I've caught your eye, I make you want to say "she'll have another" on your dime. We're standing outside, you'll never see me again therefore I'll sink my teeth in. You move a little closer, I'll hate when this is over. I bite your lip- you breathe deeply and put your hand on my hip. I feel the soft ****** of your 5 o'clock shadow, you're hardly callow. I force myself to pull away- this is casual I say- I turn on my toes, my hair sways, and I toss one last hedonistic gaze to the man responsible for my daze.
I kissed a stranger in a bar, he had light hair and light colored eyes, he was a man and I'll never be the same again.
The waves pull part, our sails fill, our ships depart. Off you crest, the marble's arch.
Away, away, the swirling mass steals thee. Away, Away, my sail steals me.
To opposite bay. To differing stars. The infinite plane, the blue in the bars.
Away, away, oh, gem of the sea. Away, away, me.
This has caught a lot of attention so I’ll give a background as I do with my other poems. My significant other and I are separated most of the year by work and study. I wrote this days ago when she left again.
A quest to watch the 2018 match made in heaven in the worst of all possible seats the worst of all possible local locations
smells mix of stale *****, yesterdays cigarettes and **** oozes through clothing to no end
Not a seat in the house with idiots screaming over one another cursing through what has never been considered sensibility hurling insults meant to hurt, seriously, and they do to no end
This is where you might have been all those Saturday afternoons left alone to fend for yourself with enough 7Up to ruin Saturday supper.
Hours later, daddy lovingly stroking his ego living vicariously through your tears waiting for just the right moment to remind you that he loves you one of life’s many riddles
WonderWoman underwear bunched between Dora the Explorer socks at your feet curling into a corner after you’ve ruined mom’s home-made Saturday supper with too much 7Up
The tears don’t come when you cry alone to no end.
((To: JM in hopes she heals))
I was working on some writing with a fellow poet. We wrote about some very sensitive issues including this. This is mine personally. Other than teenage bullying (water off a duck), I've never experienced this kind of abuse. Non one could imagine what it might be like for a little kid. I can't speak from experience.
I'll be here for infinity x infinity A penchant for curves like cursives I say it in my verses Vocab too wide for curses Don't like likes Fingers to whoever dislike Like a vlogger: share, comment, and like Oh yeah, subscribe Fun, I prescribe Right on time Better late than never Man of the hour Original with the flavour Chocolate and Vanilla Black and grey If you're too slow to comprehend No résumé No references DIY my title says Fickle fools play 'Simon Says' Press remotes don't change but Batteries can be replaced all the same God - like Holier - than - thou; Pope's attitude, beg for mercy Self - driven, self - motivated Ministering like Osteen Light and dark Yin & Yang Angel or demon I can be High off life Limitless, no pills I'm probably ill Well it's my will To count millions in $100 bills Like ice, I chill That's me, trill And that's that Suh bill
Created by the image of Aphrodite herself, The memory of her smile alone lights up the darkest side of my solitude. The delicate perfection of the lotus flower is of no match to her eyes, maybe only comparable to the flapping wings of a lonely hummingbird carefully approaching the first of the dew covered flowers in a sunny spring morning. Evoking her name is enough to bring back memories of the first jasmine and cherry blossoms aroma on a hot spring morning on the Alhambra gardens. There are no words to describe her absence, like a starless sky, a sunrise without the sound of the singing birds. Knowing that memories of her will populate my thoughts on the day to come is what turns my nights bearable. The possibility of meeting her in my dreams is my sleeping pill. Living my days one at a time, moved by the hope that one day we meet, hold each other and hear from her lips that at least once I actually wondered through her thoughts.
If life was made of certainties it would not be worth living, but right now, uncertainties drown me on an empty void. The only sure thing to expect right now is freedom, but even that is blurred by randomness of fate.