#2000
At midnight
I will scare myself
into the new millennium
with dates
and charts
and graphs
about fractions
and formulas
and fundamental folly
all because
some genius thought
that in the grand scheme
of things
2 > 4
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
Who quells a mimsy breed,
Only He, concedes a tree from seed.
Google, god of today
Only He, Beings bow to, every day.
Who hangs stars dressing a night,
Only He, tags waters of creatures small & mighty
Technology, tyranny of ****
Only He, treats his slaves as kings
Who knows heaven's ends
Only He, who possesing divine hands
Ignorance, father of today
Only He, leading us in paths astray
Who quells a mimsy breed
Only He, concedes tree from seed
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 9:42 PM UTC
It's been 6969 days since 2000 ended and I thought I'd just share that fact with y'all
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
For all the words I've written,
I still feel as though I will die
Completely unexpressed.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
2,000 poems I've liked on this website,
2,000 poems that touched my heart,
2,000 poems that have made me smile, laugh,
Cry, and most importantly, feel.
2,000 poems that I've liked on this website-
Scratch that- community.
Whether you realize it or not,
Your poems really have changed my life.
Every time I log in, I am amazed at the
Diversity of the people who have found and
Created this amazing community.
Despite the glitches and the haters,
There is a large number who help,
Encourage, mentor, and support.
I know you all have lives outside of this community,
But I wanted to thank you all for the time you put into this.
It's become a large part of my life,
And reading your poems has caused me to examine myself
And learn things I didn't know before.
So, I thank you.
I'm sure I'll have another 2,000 poems
Liked before you know it.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
To walk neon beaches
The space between (dimensions)
A vibrant limbo
16 bit roads lined with palm trees
These neon beaches I walk
This purgatory between life and death
A simulacrum of reality that bleeds colour
A place isolated from existence
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
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Hello Again, My Reminder Of my Birth
2-24-00
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
**If I could find the Proverbs
arranging them accordingly
Inside these lucid creases
I would die happy, just to
concieve metrical composition
... for all time
I'd scribble heartbreaks and
rescue missions of my soul
to clarify empathy of baptism
that my love is more than love
If I had a key with a heart
bleeding at the crown
I would unlock the poison
So much I allowed myself
in suffering
I am languishing
rib cages, shutting in
all my reasoning to breathe...
were to be found another day
I'd scribe in scrolls
of my 15 yrs of sorrows
hoping your eyes can see
I am just as damaged as
a vehical wreck
Yet a mother of 1
who was lost on a sad
occassion
3yrs ago when I first decided
to bare my deepest and thickest
outpour of my poetry,
I wrote about you
Mathias Ti'avasu'e
..I became the whipping
motherless girl beneath Zues..
Conveyed the impression
at first glance
Writing my storms delicately
as when mommy first held you
helped me describe
my inner workings
so that you might understand
… exactly the mother I could have been
I love you in all of your grace,
your purity,
and your precious life.
And when that time comes
that I may write of you
I could find the words I need
to create heavenly for you
and conquer
... and if this makes perfect poetry,
then why does it still hurt so bad?
© The Madd Hatteress**
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
I wallow in my sleepless nights,
Typing away on this keyboard,
Sometimes it feels more like a page,
From my notebook from those high school days.
Where I would draw unend, ignoring science my best friend,
Fill up the pages with shapes and letters,
Where the lines define the universe,
Where people and stick beings intertwine,
With dancing letters some bold, some shy,
Lettering was also caught in my, little web,
Where a monkey does what a monkey sees,
Where limitless was just a level three,
My ninety nine was at a killing spree,
Then they soon forget as in time degrees,
Where fate was faked in an autopsy,
I guess that is what teenagers be,
A pack of animals, learning to be,
Human, again and again, I see.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
My mask covers me
For my sins
Because I am wicked
Do not look at me
This mask I bear
Brings me shame
Relying on myself
Is all I can do
Remembering love
is worthless
All my sin
Placed in a bottle
All my tears
How much more do we deserve?
An unfailing love
that is pure and genuine
Such a thing exists
According to God
Eternal life and everlasting joy
are given to those who believe in Him
A new life, a new mask
A different perspective
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC