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Carlo C Gomez May 13
This isn't happening
all of the sudden
we need to close the beaches
and call in sick

Don't cry again teargas
it's not your fault
don't get hot there gun
you gave it your best shot

Song and dance, weekend warrior
soothe your soul
with a little radio friendly fire

The forest can be petrified
the sea wild
working without a mask
is both, you know

It's quite out of this world
but you haven't
really seen outerspace
until you've had DayQuil
with dissociatives

Then you take hot trips
to odd places
like an international
convenient store
where they're always
out of Africa and milk

I wish Monday mourning
would go jump off a bridge
I wish taco Tuesday
would become a festive holiday
nevertheless, our girl Friday
is always good for the job

The weight has lifted
the wait has (week)ended
the search for
my socks and sanity
can now kick off

Psychonaute Feb 6
We live
in a Universe populated
by billions of
dazzling stars.
Enveloped by the
unfathomable depths
of the night
I wonder,
How can life be just
when there's all
So much monotony
in a universe of possibility.
Life tastes of old bread and long-opened chips.
A haggard breath hanging in the heat.
A swollen tongue lolling and sticking to the roof of your mouth
getting in the way of lazy words that seek to dash the doldrums.
Sometimes the gaze of life is piercing and sometimes (now)
it is donut holes iced over and left out overnight
and then left out overnight again.
The muted voice of an underwater murmurer muttering
into cotton-filled ears something half-hearted and uninteresting.
Life is umami for dessert after a gluttonous feast
and never have I so craved the bright citrus peal
of an orange.
Daivik Nov 2020
Gazing at a mundane paper
The mundane eyes came across
A mundane error in a mundane question
In a mundane hall

The mundane boy returned
To his mundane house
He had a mundane lunch
With his mundane pet mouse

When the mundane moon came out
Of the mundane sky
He put on Eleanor Rigby on his mundane phone
(As he did every mundane night)
And slept mundanely
In the mundane moonlight

This is how the mundane boy
Lived his mundane life
Myrrdin Aug 2020
I got tired of filling my gas tank
Seeing fences around fields
Driving a decaying highway
I woke up to the sound of a lawnmower
I thought about the grass
How it never gets to grow
I got tired of filling my gas tank
Just to go no where with you
Listening to apathy echo
From minds I never could change
I thought about the yesterdays
How I never got to grow.
Veritia Venandi Aug 2020
When the window of the eyes gets tired in the monotony of everyday views...

The wild mind sleeps to wake in peacock dreams...

Of emerald foliage, mahogany woods, lavender fields and the mazarine sky...

To console the heart in promises of a future...

Full of rainbow colours!
Breaking the monotony!
Just something random! :)
Thanks for reading ❣
3md Jul 2020
What is there to write, when inspiration has seized?
When the words that I utter sound like dull clichés,
As I paint with monotonous black and white shades?
I seek meaning from the ashes of a dead flame.

When it seems that melancholy favors me, and
Spirits of joy neglect my soul, left to live in grave
Solitude, whilst I see others possessed of joy,
Inebriated through the potent power of love.

That the tree I tend now a fruitless wicked snag
And with the path I take now comes its deathly end
Be the reason of such remorse and dejection,
This I abhor, with powerful opposition.
An even older poem... sheesh i was 13 :|
Mar 14 2018
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