#10
*every time a poem completed,
its state of affairs, certified & feted,
the boys gather 'round, for serious
series of slaps on the back, and
drunken wisdom words,
"you'll never do another one, better, boyo!"
and the dread of correct
feels me up,
filling me up
with cream filling
whipped up
anxiety
of the now seizured defeated*
as I grab a clean sheet from top of the stack,
and the retired muses overhear,
delightedly, whispering to each other
just loud enough to hear
me shaking tremble,
"*and right they are,
and write they are!*"
and yet, ex-poet, still a fool…
9:42pm
Wed Aug 6
2025
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
She is a ten
The boys stare and want
I am a one
The boys pass me by
She is a ten
She is popular, loved
I am a one
I am like wallpaper
She is a ten
She doesn’t have a care in the world
I am a one
My brain clogs with too many thoughts
She is a ten
She is perfect
She is happy
Or is she?
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
you’re my favorite chemical reaction
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
this accidental status, we are all very busy
to be on the lookout for, the odds are not
terrible compared to the lottery, a modest
1 in 300 million, but it’s an easy buy and bust, just a two dollar bill, two lousy singles,
for a legal purchased fantasy that’s
cheaper than a cup of coffee
but finding love is miserable murderous
murmuring mess, can be very expensive, and
exhausting too, physically and mentally,you’re swimming in shallow waters tween razor rocky coral, begging for a slice of your double sized portion of anguish
And yet,
can’t be that hard,
it is a mega billion busyness,
with no cure or satisfactory vaccine,
and the randomness can drive you
mad, make panting to-pack it in,
until your spidey sensnses tingling,
a ketchup and bitter herbs mixture,
and you’re sweating, and it’s 100% anticipation of the well known (!)
unknown risks, this easy
walkway~path in the woods,
leads you on, with marvelous views,
even babbling brooks, till you find
you’ve climbed halfway way up a mountain and to make it to the top,
it’s a rocky boulder strewn,
ankle and heart twisting road that
takes you to the grandest place and plan
oh but, boy,
where the view of the worldscape is only
fantastico, but the only way back down involves throwing yourself into a
quarry pit, full of dangerous chemicals,
that burn scars into your inside parts, invisible wounds so untreatedbly unspeakably bad and incurable
again and again,
and you say stupid things like
I can’t help myself,
what’s a matter daddy,
just want some sugar in my bowl,
and when your neck gets broke,
and it’ll take incredible processing
to just get you to walk again,
and yet
the single
odiferous scent, that amuse bouche on
your lips, and you’ll do it all again for
once monte carlo throw of the dice,
because the odds ain’t that bad,
everbody lives somebody
and given the billions of opportunities walking in just this planet,
even one in a million sounds
pretty good,
even,
very…fair
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 1:05 PM UTC
easily,
with an optimism misguided,
that both volume and quality
of what lay within was
infinite,
a beaker that could never
be drained, nor overflow,
brimming and believed,
in the always
of a
next poem!
know better,
known worse,
and the only poems that are birthed,
all flawed, lesser,
the curse of worse,
time wrenching
the best words away,
alas!
spend, spent, sent…
it was writ as a hope,
now, a false prophecy
and woe
misbegotten
<>>
Jan. 13, 2014
a flawless poem
*if such there were,
will always be,
the next one
my poor soul,
my rag tag heart
has no censor,
so careless, reckless,
as if words were but
frivolous treasures,
easy spent, easy get*
*if only, how I wish I
could harvest my best,
with golden cutlery excise
the single flawless poem,
that I know in my possess*
*lay down this hand so weary
from cupping tears,
be satisfied at long last,
so much so,
that my casket lowered,
hands in repose companioned,
clutching his best, easing his rest,
a paper record to join his ash,*
his flawless poem,
at long last
Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 9:55 AM UTC
all food costs money my
poetry is free you betcha
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 4:05 PM UTC
_Friendship➡Believe
Believe➡Truth
Truth➡Love
love➡Immortal
Immortal➡Heaven_
✨✨✨
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
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to be the
ONE ?
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC
_
~ rewind, replay,
regret, repeat. ~
I stop on this
crafty bridge of time,
scraping my nails
against
the rails of reasons
piercing my gut,
scarring
my already
withered psyche,
clouding my
tarnished mind,
clawing at my
distorted reality,
excruciatingly;
questioning
my existence ._
Today it changes.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
the key that opens also locks - choose your actions carefully
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
Tie me to my bedframe with shoelaces
Touch every inch of my body when I can't resist
Touch me, Please me, Long for me
Tied to my bed with shoelaces
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
I haven't written a poem
In 10 months, almost
Which is the same amount of time
We've been dating
And in the past 10 months
I've learned a lot
I learned to show emotions
And to cry
I learned the joy of having a person
To love and to love me
And I also learned the complete and utter pain
Of constant distance
I learned to not fear companionship
Or intimacy
And I realized how much it hurts
To miss those things
So these past 10 months
Grew me
I was handed my greatest dream
And biggest fear
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
#*Truest tell tale thoughts
Endearing entertaining
Well wrought words written*#
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
10 years
Seems like a landmark
A traumatising reality
The cold clasp of death
It grips at the starless night
And the moon, oh, the moon
How she screams
Oh how those noises swallow me whole
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
_If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it._
Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.
_Reason 10, The faded memories of a long remembered time._
These things are getting darker every time. So do I. Wishing This wouldn't be just the past, faded memories of times we want to remember. But I can't. These moments may have destroyed me, I still want to remember. Who I was, what drove me into this, and who I never want to become again. These memories are fading, my life is turning into a perfect one. I'm slowly suffocating. Why won't you let me be imperfect, And accept my past. We were young, And all we had was a city. But I don't mind. Will you please let me go back to the times love still existed here, The thoughts of getting out. You can let me go for once, And we'll still be okay.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
t o m o r r o w i t i s
i w a n t t o d o s o m e t h i n g
b u t i s h o u l d n ' t
w h a t e v e r h a p p e n s
k e e p t h e s t o r y a l i v e .
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC