#appeal
Wanting to feel
The sensation of something real
Needing to heal
Wounds I never wanted to reveal
What I conceal
Will only lead to a repeat ordeal
I keep taking the deal
While not understanding life's appeal
©2024
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 8:33 PM UTC
Like house siding I stack the facade till a barrier grows
It adds curb appeal and social value I suppose
But for me it's a false face to hide the lows
Getting me through this reality that blows
A life time of running into doors with a sign reading "sorry we're closed"
Hanging next to the mandatory posted notice of demolition proposed
©2024
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
not movies
not writing
not dreams
and-god forbid-in public.
but with you
i understand the appeal.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
You are
As **** as
Your thoughts
He had said me once
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
Like this
I woke up
With
White heart
White soul
White thought
Let no one contaminate
Thank you
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
a bag
of skill
and time
is shrill
there to
bite the
beau with
antiseptic and
kiss the
blues away
the tear
to till
the tack
debonairly so
today is
solidarity my
honey bunch
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
I wrote this for myself,
not for its appeal,
you can say what you want,
but so can I feel
Freedom of speech,
that is written in ink
you can say what you want
and I can think what I think
Yell your opinion,
try to change my mind
try, try
to make me as blind
It’s my decision,
right to decide,
You can say what you want,
but so can I
Write what you want,
sing your choice of song
you can believe that you're right,
but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong
Just because you have the right to an opinion, doesn't mean I don't.
You can think that your right
but that doesn't mean I'm wrong
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
Nonsense isn’t clear when self-induce becomes derogatory. Switching off claims to promote a zero-questioning start. Only for calamities to raise the bars of victory without circumstance. Pleading you to forget what you saw and repeat after me. Nonsense without structure, is relaxing too much. Does relaxing come after nonsense when zero questioning permits the struggle of structure? I digress for the infinite that is suggesting you relax when it comes to ******* interiors giving no rise to pressure that exceeds balance. Balance in the face of consequence. Consequence in the doubt of honor. Honor in the… WAIT! It’s nonsense, right? ALL OF IT!! EVERYTHING!!! Plain examples of zero switches without direction. Promoting the structure of pleading facts rubbing with calamities. Ruining what shouldn’t have been. Illusions! All of it. Claiming something, which isn’t a benefactor to logic raising circumstances toward rising the bars of victory. Doesn’t make any sense, does it? Any of this ringing a bell people?! Good. Just relax and create your own structure. Even how awfully permitting to other appeals it might seem. Structure is without consequence. Relaxing about regular customs to oneself, permits the desire to act with a calm disposition. Everything being a confused debate of nonsense. Only adding nonsense over something that’s already a relaxing structure. Is structure without relaxation? Enough details… I’m out! Structure your own appeals?!
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
I don't know what you have that makes me not to stop staring at you.
You have that appeal makes you attractive.
Your height and body is my ideal type.
You have that face that can be cute and ****
Dear you, save me.
Another one is wrecking me,
Named V.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
It all began, with magic
Let me guide you, home
In case, you forget
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
आजाव आप कभी फरियाद लेके
पायल छन्काके चुडीया गीत सुनाके ——२
दिदार करु आपका मे भरि मनसे
देखकर सरमाए लो व देखनेवाले
इस पलका आपको भी चाहत होगी मनमे
राँहाँे ढुड्ता हुए थक्ती होगी निगाहेँ
मनमे पुछनेको होगी हजार सवाले
देर नकरो, सिम्टादो अब ए सफर
आजाव आप कभी फरियाद लेके
पायल छन्काके चुडीया गीत सुनाके
खामोस चेहरा आपका सरमाना मन्जुर नही
महोबत दिलमे हा तो खुुलाना जरुरी नही
आजाव आप कभी फरियाद लेके
साथी होडगे बहुत लेकिन चल्ना फिर्ना छोड्दोगे
साथ हमारी पाकर खाब सजाना भूलदोगे
आजाव आप कभी फरियाद लेके
बोल सक्ते लोग चाहे मनगडी बातेँ
रोक्ना मत चाल, आप बीच राँहोमे
आजाव आप कभी फरियाद लेके
पायल छन्काके चुडीया गीत सुनाके ——३
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
It’s said that ‘a change is as good as a holiday’
though a holiday might be better than a change.
This depends really on one’s attitude some say
or what appeals to the person who is to arrange.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC
echoes fall on my skin
like ripples of fear
a lonely gaze toward pattern
ignores the warmth behind my eyes
I trace the veins of my hand
rolling bones and tendons
a feeling of solace
the sound of my own breaking
under pressure I caused
a lilac touches the nape of my neck
soft and forgiving
a grace I do not grant myself
serenity found in chills
interrupting ripples
disturbing the disturbance
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
Of This Whelk Hooked Sluggish Autodidact
Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
this bluesy well red, duff mute
average white band hit,
hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades master of none bumped along
*** hole cratered steep pitch
while riding the bus
bullies skewered kosher me all, cannibalized
carte blanche timid ego
brandishing exacto knife
threatening jugular, cuss
sing maniacally pulling out all stops
going headstrong for this doofuss
Embracing premonition making me mincemeat
vis a vis via, Atilla the *** plus
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
after diet of worms
as hors d'oeuvre hug guess
if given a choice, would prefer Loch Ness
monster, or the whale that swallowed Jonah,
either t'would be a quite im press
heave feted feat, versus being poached,
roasted, skewered burnt alive
perhaps sautéed to feed additionally,
the Gothic (Jacks sin) five,
the latter adorned with
Bandolier prototype, whence they would jive
to Vandals mess sigh ya,
these last yet another contra band
to play on command, or risk not being
he gee beegee bing a live
all thee above iterated blather spluttered
as punishment against revive
ving human sacrifice by pence hoove lee donning
a new jersey wordlessly trumpeting, and strive
ving assiduously as a one man lobbyist,
and aye willingly negotiate
to take more'n one wive
even though that would be big o' me decor,
thus a last minute reprieve given
without axing por favor
and black keys handed over
to Holy Roman Empire in ****
rubble ruins (over the Weeknd), thus brutish nasty,
and short tempered surprisingly
(boot not prematurely) *********** bon jour
foo fighters actually (grand
aery an nah - did a three sixty)
feting me guest of *** or,
boosting self esteem, the first time
since being a kid in a candy store
which poetic digression
did make quite a dee tour,
and bringing detente amidst marauding
village people hoop reef furred war.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
The old cashier at the car dealership,
she chain-smoked skinny, long cigarettes
all day, every day.
Her voice sounded like a bullfrog
that recently learned how to curse and laugh.
The crease lines around her mouth
and the folds in her neck
conveyed a relaxed style, confidence
earned from a hard life
and dangerous choices.
Sometimes there were no customers
in front of the cashier’s window
and no mechanics busting her chops.
That's when she’d rest her elbows on the counter
and cradle a skinny cigarette
between two fingers near her cheek.
That woman’s eyes would gaze outside,
glossed over in what looked like daydreams
about all those lovers, in their graves,
and their cliché widows
with their tiresome grandchildren
and their sanitized lives.
Back in the day,
men in gray suits and skinny ties
never could resist her,
but then again,
so few ever tried.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
A young woman stands on the sidewalk
in front of a vape shop.
Her long red hair is the dream
of desperate men
that flutters in the cool spring breeze.
She fiddles with her smartphone,
her thumb quickly scrolls screens
in an attempt to fight boredom.
She's waiting, waiting, waiting
for her next adventure,
but those skin tight yoga pants
and her filthy sneakers tell me
she has a long wait.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
I sit there like a balloon, fit to burst,
and no one even turns their head.
I've been pushed, and pushed, and pushed and pushed andI'mjustsogoddamntiredofitallandIjustwanttoscream.
How can they not have noticed?
I mean, it's not like I'm trying to hide it,
I'm long past that.
Do I really mean that little to them that they never noticed me before?
Have I always looked as depressed on the outside as I am on the inside?
I know they care - I know they do.
I just need them to notice me for once.
notice me when I need them most.
I don't know what will set me off,
or how explosive I'll be when it does;
Once I start, I'm never really sure that I can stop.
Will it be the picture of upset, my hands linked behind my head, legs drawn close, unable to stop the tears from spilling out of my painfully red eyes - uncontrollable sadness.
Or will it be screaming anxiety, my claws finding their usual tearing spots in my scalp, my body trembling with the effort of not screaming at the top of my lungs and falling to literal pieces on the polished floors.
Or will it be like last-time; small, silent self-pitying.
unnoticeable.
The kind that come out of no-where and takes you by surprise, that you cant do anything about or someone will see, the kind that you hide with your hands whilst pretending that you're getting on with your work and not wishing that you were dead.
you never know with me - it's just one of the many flaws of my mind.
so please - please - just notice me now.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
With four legs
I am able to stand
But if they break like eggs
I will not work as planned
As I wobble on three, two or even one
Nothing can be placed on me
For my job will be done
Because my legs are the key
Without them I am nothing
I have no use except maybe for scraps
Believe me I’m not bluffing
Eventually I will collapse
And on that day
I know not what I’ll feel
Freedom or dismay
But that day holds strange appeal
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
What is the
appeal
of a
foverever
drowning
in silence?
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
?
when an orange drops from the tree
in my garden
i do not leave it in the soil to rot
but gently pick it out and wash it
and place it in the fruit bowl .
there it stays upon the kitchen table
as if made to be admired !
and when it cannot be admired more
(having somewhat lost of its appeal)
i do not throw it out
as all ungrateful mothers' children do
i eat it and Thank God
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
I am a man.
I am a man who does not love.
Who cannot love.
For, I am a man.
I am a man.
Hence, I am not allowed to love,
To show emotion,
To feel.
For then, I’d be a *****
I am a man.
I must be masculine.
I must be a stunner.
I must be callous.
For if not, I’d be a loser.
I am a man.
I cannot be skinny.
I cannot be fat.
I cannot care about my appearance, but I must look good.
For if not, I’d be a loner.
I am a man.
I cannot respect my wife.
For then I’d be under her thumb.
I am a man who cannot love another.
For then I’d be a criminal.
Is it that wrong
to simply love
without boundaries, without expectations?
Are we that heartless
that gender can force us to behave in a certain manner?
Are we that naive, that
we really believe phrases like
‘all men are heartless’ and
‘men are animals’?
No.
Sexism isn’t about women being oppressed by men.
Just like feminism isn’t about women being greater than men.
Discrimination, gender policing, societal pressure
are good for neither ***
But then why do we put up with it?
It’s time for a change.
Be that change.
Sincerely,
The man who dares to love.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
It's almost as if
someone took a chisel
to his stone physic
and carved everything
everything
absolutely perfectly.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC