#also
The sun~poem also rises every evening…
*A.P.U (as per usual):
this testimony~phrase tilts me sideways,
to relieve the condition, needy to be righted
one must expel the belly kicking seedling,
looking to be outed as a full fledged tree,
a poem planted, a gatherer of insects,
giving shade, perhaps shedding fruit
the sun bids adieu, self~same~centrifuge
of our solar system, is indeed alway rising
somewhere, though the light of our naked
eyes weak, incapable of trajectory bending,
to follow its course’s curvature, nonetheless,
we know it but struggle to believe just as we
struggle to complete, compare, and compose
replanted words in your heart, words that trigger,
are the notions inherent, of a center, rarely eclipsed,
that never ceases to offer up nouveau hope in each
of the days, a placenta to fret you blood and oxygen,
once purposed, discarded into darkness,*
b u t
**the words rise again, offering what you seek,
diurnally, need, to find within them, for my child,
is now
our child**…
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
even stars get tired
when their stupid brains won't work and their broken hands can't follow
i soar so high all the time that the fall
******* hurts, you know.
please hold me in your hand before i crumble,
i'm tired of having to do it all
by myself,
star's exhausted, doesn't shine anymore,
just needs to lay down
for a while,
please just let me breathe.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:23 AM UTC
At my funeral I want everyone to wear yellow.
I dont want to have a single person wearing black.
My whole life has been so dark,
Ive been haunted by that depressing color for too long now.
So just this once, please let me have at least a little light.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
i gratefully mourn your tragedy
and thank you
for providing charity toward my meaning
i’ve followed your information for a long time
and
though i longed for a more extensive feed
the manner of your exit drama...
..the piece was both satisfying and complete
myself ?
i’ll leave a dim reading behind
when my individual concept ceases
few shall take a personal interest
this is fine also
- an onlooker
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
-
You can call me crazy,
Or insane,
But I'm sorry
-
Baby,
I'm just not worth saving.
-
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
Your worth to me
Is Immeasurable.
I Love You...
Completely.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
woman who sleeps,
with so many men,
for the sake of money,
you call her ****
i call her a lady,
who is trying to earn a living,
who presents herself,
in a dish,
to the greedy dogs,
hungry for her assault,
you see her,
as a characterless woman,
i see her just a woman,
it's not about her virginity,
that makes you believe that she is a ****
it's all about the difference in visionality,
how you see her,
how i see her
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
A bird was
caught in knot.
A naughty boy
knocked the
door by taking
this knot.
It was a
Venezuela Maccaw.
Rainbows of
world
would be jealous to
see the
colors of Macacaw.
They were
not jealous
just trying
to be that
like human
going new by them
with an aeroplane
and feel proud
having the
fear of
death also.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
A monkey cap
is needed to
protect my head
so i have to
earn to
purchase that thing.
AN OLD BICYCLE
IS NEEDED FOR
ENVIRONMENTAL FRIENDLY
ENERGY.
MY HEART WILL
WORK PROPERLY
AND
THE WHOLE BODY
WILL EXERCISE.
AN OLD MODEL
HANDSET IS REQUIRED
TO LISTEN FROM
RADIO.
IT WILL ALSO SUPPORT THE
HEART'S HEALTHINESS AND
FOR OTHER PARTS
ALSO.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
As the evening reaches the hour of dark, and the lights inside cut out
Wed together as every star is visible
Bound to remember by the first-hand audience of two
Her gown and his pants hugging one another on the floor
As their lips may gently embrace with their ever so soft and perfect caressing
Un-married for not a sin
For the stars cross one another and they may intertwine
Sealed fate and opened gate
Together they may come,
But alone shall one leave
Forever they may part,
Or together they may start
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Dear you, I know you hate the way clothes fit
but you run around calling out confidence, you hypocrite.
Stop covering your face with hair
people just don't care.
Dear you, I know you count the numbers and your days
praying you'd be lighter
so small you might float away.
Dear you, I know in the mirror you're not gentle
hurling abuse at the person in the reflection
are you hoping through rejection she'll change?
Even when you don't say the words they linger in your throat
waiting to -
Dear you, hating yourself is easy
you're full of questions and hate
'put down the plate'
hating yourself is getting into bed in darkness and listening to raindrops
Dear me, please stop.
You're tired of fighting everyone and then yourself
You're tired of catching your reflection looking at you for some validation
i'm yearning for love and i'm tired of starvation
Dear you, you will get out of bed and open the blinds,
you will make it better
I'm sorry for all i've put you through
Dear you, step-by-step unacounted for, I will look after you.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
When I was young enough to remember
my dad told be not to be one
an "also ran"
It was only when I was older
I understood
...
She is a swimmer who has been to state
I also swam
...
She's gotten second place in piano state
I also played
...
She's the varsity goalie and incredibly athletic
I'm also a goalie
...
He's our debate team co-head and one of our best
I also debate
...
She's amazing at writing poetry
I also write
...
Her squash team got second in the state
I also play squash
...
She was the lead of the musical
I was also in the musical
...
I could keep going
But I think you get the point
...
So what,
if I've tried everything
do everything
know everything?
I have to find
that one thing I'll be the best at
...
...
...
I can't always be an also ran
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
How many emotions
need I pump into my body
before it feels real?
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
The first time I saw someone go
it was someone I didn't know
pale and sickly the sun sets
breathing with a tight chest
quick as a flash
that life didn't last.
The second time someone left me
I'll remember the colors in my dreams
"When you love someone sweetie
they'll always be leaving"
I might have lost my head
in all of that white and red.
The last time someone went away
was when my skies turned gray
crying tears like ashes
dripping from my lashes
I close my eyes to find
who waits for me, on the other side.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything
more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks
away at such juvenile gibberish
and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence
on par with bracts
very much aware that
without recourse to contrivances
delineating the passage of time,
wherever said out
standing invisible essence
which moments lapse just now ago
Now!
no just a moment ago Yaw
that, this or another instant
did without so much as a wow
lapse, and lucky
21st **** Sapiens to vow
and lay claim thee or thou
aware the amorphous ether
one can ****** as a sow
or any other animate or
inanimate direct or indirect object re:
yule lie zing
any analogy, metaphor, simile,
et cetera a poor substitute to pre
sent every second, minute,
hour...that doth nee
dull our attention akin
to banshees, or comparison
to something else
totally tubularly off the wall lee
ving without a trace
only prompt a feeble yet apropos je
ne sais quois, yet even then any primate a he
than (if individual couched in this free
to believe in any religion country, and cre
may shun versus burial predicated
adherence to idea of a soul aie...aye
how write with frustration struggle to affix bye
and bye, some nebulous notion, that doth defy
tis a futile effort to codify, fortify,
identify abstract concepts, whose high
arc key eludes pinpointing a per jai
guru dev, place or thing (ha)
even scrunching brow
defeats and doth be lie
this one measly mortal well nigh
tuckered out on par with calculating pi
tangential to asking if and/or
how i can access
fullest potential...say to write
about with the aid of symbols
i.e. letters to expound on an idea trite
or one that confounded mankind
many millenniums or quite
sum indeterminate orbits 'round el sol,
no ability within this mite
ova reproductive happenstance (yes me),
whom ye could tell go fly a kite
for inducing confusion,
but the nature of this har re: beast
with a little insight
gripped, harangued, rankled,
et cetera, thus communicates
hello or goodnight,
which understandable
simple words may not excite
as quotidian oft repeated philosophical
mental challenges
i didst expend effort to cite,
which mind exercises offers
no exit, ouch that doth byte
and if subjected to a brain scan
would blind technicians
and set alight
frenzied uproar amidst **** Sapiens
via intense thinking to induce blind
ness flailing at feeling trapped
asper being teased at find
ding no beginning
or end like a mobius strip
analogous to space/ time continuum
that little effort could
blow a fuse in the mind.
adieu: from matthew scott harris
hook halls schwenksville, pennsylvania
hiz home tow win.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
Well, well.
What am I experiencing here?
A growth in my personality,
Or am I reflecting my peers?
As a shy small bug,
I felt as if my mouth made no sound.
But recently, that's not the case.
It feels as if my life has turned around!
Because, I am no longer afraid of what I have to say.
I am no longer afraid of what's inside!
Because that fear has grown exponentially,
To become something outside of my own mind.
I am no longer afraid of myself.
No, I am afraid of you!
I am afraid of what could happen, yes!
I am afraid of what you'll make me do.
I am afraid of the dark,
Yet I simply won't sleep with light.
I am afraid of these monsters,
But if I live without them, I might die.
I am afraid of endless possibilities,
A burglary happens every fifteen seconds!
I am afraid of what you'll say to me,
If I tell you I am not perfect.
But, ha,
You already knew that, didn't you?
Silly me.
What am I afraid of?
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
SSSSSSTEP RIGHT UP!
Come look! Come see!
Look at this creature here,
It's trapped underneath it's tree!
This tree, you see,
Is a tree of magical properties.
HA! Not really.
It actually represents mockery.
See how it looms over this creature,
And see how sad it makes it!
This tree is the source of its discouragement,
This tree makes the creature think it's unfit.
Unfit to lift this tree off itself.
Look how strong the creature is!
Yet this tree makes fun of the beast to the point, where...
Well, it believes it's too weak. That's crazy, it is!
Someone needs to tell this animal,
"HEY! You can do this!"
But, well, I certainly can't.
This is just showbiz.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
If i could, i would totally mass ****** you all
its nothing personal i swear
i just really wanna be most tall
and i wanna go to the store in my underwear
i wanna drive boats through streets. YOUR boats
and i really cant stand lines
honestly, why is it so hard to buy some oats?
its super not-personal guys so dont wine
but id totally mass ****** you all
ill do it gently so dont worry
i dont like blood or dead stuff
but i do like not risking my life when i cross the street in a hurry
im sure you understand why its tough
but the decision has been made
these things are vital and necessary
i must accept this life trade
in exchange for me being merry
in my boat
in my underwear
at the store
also dead people
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Lead me to the Cross, Lord.
Where You poured out Your love for me.
Lead me to the Cross,
and crucify every selfish, prideful
part of me.
Lead me to the Cross, Lord.
Oh, bring me to my knees.
That I might surrender my will
to Yours,
seeking only Your heart to please.
Oh, lead me.
Lead me, Lord.
Lead me.
To the Cross.
That in dying to my Self,
I might truly live.
Truly live...
for Thee.
Lead me to the Cross.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC