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My hips side to side sway,
so let me devour you like night does day.
I don't care for a perfect bouquet;
I just want your body – a perfect buffet.
So what if it's cliche?
You're a perfect piece of prey.
Is love what you think I'm trying to convey?
Vulnerability is child's play.
If you fall for me, I'll make your heart decay.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
the world can wait
still being itself
predictable outcomes
following you around
shut it out
by entering silence
be still
be silence
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
going nowhere by going everywhere
a small planet spinning around a star
perpetual motion in relative stillness
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:57 AM UTC
It wasn't so much the beauty, that radiated from her face that made her so unforgettable in his mind, inasmuch as her real beauty that emanated from within that impressed him and stayed with him, so much and for so long. Like an otherworldly purity, a glow so delicate, so indeliberately deliberate, so at ease, so personally impersonal, a light shining so bright in a dim, dark world that for all I know had lost its spark eons ago, her presence was something that to this day still, even the words of the world's most skilled wordsmith, are fools filled with veins of vain belief thinking that even THEY could one day capture and seize, what the Heart knows when it truly sees.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
"I'll quit tomorrow"
Say once again
I spoke those words yesterday too
Would take the easy route out of this
No shortcuts in Hell-I must go through
An excuse not to surfaces
Legitimate or not
Before I know it repeating mistakes
Hit after hit
Shot after shot
Of the places I've visited
Don't think I have ever reached one quite so low
Seeking whatever fleeting remedy
Leaves the least room to grow
You've got to wonder why I make these decisions
Swearing that "this time" I'm done
Got my back pressed against a concrete slab
Simply isn't anywhere else to run
Maybe I have gotten used to the fire
Been so long since my universe went up in flames
May be difficult to see through the smoke
At least that way there's a scapegoat to blame
I cannot claim I don't know any better
After two or three times learned getting sick
Regardless how many nights spent fighting withdrawals
Sobriety never seems to stick
Maybe I should give up on this battle
Surrender war and wave a flag of white
Let demons have their way with my soul
Accept that I'll never be alright
I am exhausted sprinting in circles
Find myself in the exact same place
Watching world spin around me so fast
While own life I only waste
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
THE POET'S LOUNGE,
LET'S ALL
GATHER AROUND,
ALL......
POET'S, LYRICISTS,
ALL WRITERS, and SONNETEERS,
ALL STORYTELLERS, RHYMERS,
and
VERSIFIERS,
as we
BLEND IN HARMONY and
START to INSPIRE,
ALL ARE WELCOME,
LET'S BRING THE JUICE,
TO THE POETESS, SONGSTERS,
METRICIST AND MUSE,
COME AND JOIN THE GANG,
IF YOU SO CHOOSE,
AS WE
VERSE BY VERSE and
SOUND BY SOUND,
I WELCOME YOU ALL
TO:
THE POET'S LOUNGE!!!!!
B.R.
DATE: 3/14/2025
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
You take heart right from my bleeding chest
Suffering cardiac arrest
All fears it seems are second-guessed
Scared this attempt will work out like the rest
Hurt a few too many occasions before
Tip-toeing on ever shaking floor
It's obvious you don't want me anymore
Need reason to keep on breathing for
Crashing lightning
Rolling thunder
Caught in current and it's pulling me under
I cannot help but stop and wonder
Why my dreams are torn asunder
No space left inside head
Taken up by lies you said
Wish I felt happy instead
Infected me with a sense of dread
It's not your fault
Torn in two
I have myself to blame for believing you
Your eyes oceans I fell into
I'm drowning in those pools of blue
Looking at yesterday
Tried so hard to walk away
Can't break chains around my feet
Without your touch incomplete
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
More than not spend all day in bed
Remarkable how depression works around the clock
By the time I manage to raise my head
Sheep gather to be counted in a flock
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 12:42 AM UTC
an all purpose cleaner response to the
how-ya-doing-question,
as my vibe unmistakable;
the hatred in the world directed at
MY PEOPLE,
is inexplicable, beyond reason,
a hatred raw and pure in the
tiny places we humans hide it, lest
our ancient linkage to an unreasoned,
embarrassing emotion, be revealed
but now revealed it is reveled,
as the freedom to despise is a
valued thing
is an ancient scar, now freshly wounded
and the two thousand year old accumulated, callused,
surrounding wafer thin, layered upon layer of
tissue,
wiped away
in utter disbelief
cleansed,
a different kind of impure clean,
“like” an ethnic cleansing,
traceless, whisked away in a wink of moment,
a goner.
like hope, prior sentient optimism
sentenced to life imprisonment and
this sentence, and this very sentence!
written finally understanding that it is
a punishment
far worse than the quick relief of death.
c’mon, how about a few “fukk you jew”
cri de coeur, heartfelt, genuine, pointless
hate
no, not I, no, not me,
spare me the pithy comments,
the pointless sympathy, glistening
like evaporating water droplets
before disappearing, I ask myself,
not
why they hate, why it persists,
for this I understand and accept
the foulness of what we are capable of is,
beloved,
as a secret pleasure, now secreted in torrents.
no, I ask myself,
why do I write poetry,
for it is as pointless as
the hatred directed at me,
from birth, till death,
and ever after,
the humanity of poetry
just another fraud
another reason
why this man cries in the bathroom,^
not from any shape of shame,
because poetry is pointless
in times of hatred, and now we
know, recognize, it is always
somewhere, nearby, always
present and prescient,
pointless hatred,
itching to be pointed at me,
makes for
pointless poetry.
To whom shall I point my poetry?
Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
There is much about you to remember
Am terrified I might forget
To me appears you already have
Realization that makes me upset
Nothing to stop image from fading
From brain a bit more each day
Picture your face so clearly now
Know time will steal it away
Writing all our memories
The best way to ensure
In some way I'll preserve you forever
The perfect specimens we were
You do not care
Freeze precious snapshots
Because to you they did not matter
If love was a delicate vase
You would purposefully topple it simply to see shatter
Sit down to rest tired feet
Exhausted from leading around in laps
Do not know you're giving me the runaround
You set fire to all the maps
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
I do what you do
Linger and loom like colors
On the horizon
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
on a gentle breeze
fluffy dandelion seeds
did saunter around
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC
It dawns...
She ponders...
It wanders...
Goes yonder...
Back it saunters...
Her thought process...
Sometimes is...
Beyond her
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Even though they're crawling
All over you.
Don't let the raindrops win...
Even though they're
Surrounding you.
Don't let the windows shine...
Even though they can
Always see you.
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Because even when you're
Holding your pillow tight...
They still come and snuggle up by your side.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
What are colours?
Colours define everything.
But who defines everything to the ones who can’t see?
Not only the ones that are blind.
But the ones who just don’t want to see it.
To see what is right in front of them.
To see the world around them.
To see everything that exists.
And what does not exist.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Om
Clear the mind
with forms of breath control
Vibrations emanate
Serpent flows in swirls
It curls around the centre line
Seven points along the spine
From base to crown
Varied hues are queued
where energy is key
Use the force
to elevate your qi
Om
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
Night changes and spins around
Bitter day will follow suit
A purple frosty evening
Turning black as soot
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC
Every motion that you make,
Will lift me of the ground.
I'm so happy that you're around.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
I don't mind the way things are
I have some new friends
We're smiling again
Things are better for me
Life keeps moving
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
I pray my pen
Flows not with think
But with spirit embodied
As there is more to impress
In the ink of Christ
Than there ever was or will be
In this expression of me
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC