#blanks
My head is empty,
I think there's a hole,
Because every time I fill it up,
It all seems to go.
Did my inspirations take a walk,
Is my talent wandering?
Where are my thoughts,
One empty head,
That's all I've got.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
Fantasy, the kind you dream,
_______.
In a world where all comes true,
_______.
Just like a story book,
_______.
Floating, flying, hovering,
_______.
Everything is good,
_______.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
I see my life through plexiglass
Trying to bulletproof the past,
Nostalgia? No, but I recall
That rising up precedes the fall.
But the films I watch inside my mind
Are missing parts I cannot find
So I fill the blanks with what I see,
I fill it up with what I need.
Now is it truth, or is it lie?
I like to think that I am right,
But I’m not the well-oiled machine
I used to think I used to be.
Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 8:47 PM UTC
Oh my god,
did you just..
He only said it as a joke...
No, no.. you, why you smiling...
(inaudible gurgling)
Well I did a joke..
Knock, knock,
(silence)
Ok ill fill in the blanks
Who's there..
Who lives forever?
Death...
Punch line was just ****** marvellous!
Marvellous, look at me swallowing a thesaurus .
Ok, he said he'd live forever,
I just got to the point we all die,
Be it before were birthed,
crossing a road.
The last cheese burger..
Flatline../\…./\….........
Sorry, but we all die some sooner,
me not yet,
you pair,
sorry yes.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
Fill in the blanks.
Feel in the blanks.
Feeling the blanks.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
whenever i feel empty,
I try to evaluate myself,
much like how a student evaluates
the questions before skimming for the answers.
fill in the blanks,
the tiny crevices made by sadness,
the cracks and gaps of loneliness;
help me and fill them out with human company.
fill in the blanks;
sheets of paper, empty,
an untouched screen, the faint humming of a computer,
the pens and pencils, neat and free from human activity.
fill them in; draw and draw until your mind begs to stop;
write and write until the words don't make sense;
I've been trying to do so much
just to make sure that gaping hole of pure, slow, and excruciating loneliness and depression gets temporarily covered.
I've been trying to fill in the blanks in my life since day one.
It seems like it'll never work.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
#*My mind shot rounds.
Successful bursts.
But they wouldn’t stick.
They wouldn’t stain.
Shot out some more.
The same...
Been shooting unfocused.
Been shooting stray and reckless.
Been shooting blanks.*#
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
this poetic prologue
a feeble exercise
to encapsulate common
place frustration
experienced by
this fledgling author.
yukon determine verdict
once ye peruse short
spurious poem
below decks
will consume scant minutes.
hoop fully byte size
format asper reflections
bing hobbled akin twin
frustrated cobbler
with nary a sole
to shoe healing power
of summoning
creativity words
stitched together
trying ma darnedest
to capture
fleeting idea.
filed within memory banks
jagged shoals of rock
illusory images frieze
leitmotif cerebral pad lock
forcing together mis
matched metaphors
or what not ad hoc
there a young lad skipping
with his lass in colorful frock
passing fanciful day dream
lazing about on the dock
while hands of time tick
on the clock
sober reality check tears me away
from idyllic distractions
rearing head of immense
frightful mental block
a bygone student of Antioch.
now an epilogue and expansion
of given thesis sans above premise.
i now oblige objective at hand,
and resume con sue mating
avant garde fashion express
sing difficulty for me
to seal craft building blocks
of english language in
a fitting manner does justice,
and gives liberty to leap
ping lizard like thoughts
that dart to and fro
hither and yon within my mind.
rather than censor or edit,
I pour out at rapid fire rate
the notions that flit thru
me noggin staring at black
strunk white screen. some
times eyes remain closed
to help initiate process
to summon forth this, that
or another barely
perceptible concept.
the task less difficult
when topic provided
happens to be the case
with self imposed
approximately five ***
dread word epistle,
which preconceived
subject automatically
narrows focus into
figurative box.
when provided
with specified issue,
the effort arduous
to gather plethora
of disparate points
indicating directions
diatribe in question could shift.
any one of these paths
(if not most) take down
moribund dead end
with only infinite abyss
as an escape. countless trials
and errors find exploration
(to state near physical exhaustion)
where each bramble strewn route
only finds this pensive fellow hopelessly
and inextricably entangled within his
own thicket of unprintable verbiage.
would you believe and/
or accept, that ah aha
eureka moment arises
(and vacuum powerfully
***** up every ounce
of concentration)
most unexpectedly
and inconveniently
per on the toilet,
when paragraphs
nearly tumble pell mell
of their accord
(defying laws
of physics) from
tips of these fingers
or bowels of this simian.
a frantic attempt finds
zealous effort to tap
unstoppable barrage
barreling forth
from fount of mother
lode, than finds
slightest distraction
(such as a delivery
of parcel, tornado,
cosmic catastrophe,
et cetera) to lose precious spider
thin thread forever
(at the eleventh hour)
lost along vast vista
abandoned like useless
obsolete materiel.
even upon minutes scrutinizing
satisfactory completion
sans lengthy manuscript,
an unbiased opinion
of displeasure frequently
takes place finds disappoint
ment, and these myopic eyes
blink and stare once again
at white washed computer screen.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
*Hi!
My name is _____________ and I'm ________ years old. My favourite subject is ______________ and I like to _______________ in my spare time. I believe in ____________ and from time to time I also go ______________.
My family is pretty cool, I've got _____ siblings and I really enjoy my time with my family. My father however is currently _____________ and my mom is trying to cope with that.
My school is very ______________, but I enjoy being there anyway. My friends are very ____________ and I enjoy my time at school, it's a nice time to enjoy my own existence in a building.
But you don't want to live my life. It's too ________________. Underneath this skin lies the ______________ I try to hide. I'm constantly ____________ and _____________.
Why am I just so _______________ with this?!
You don't know how much I go through. You barely know me. There is always information lost in translation. You shouldn't feel bad that you don't know me. How could you? You're missing something. I can tell you what it is.
You-- are missing _______________.*
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
The beginning and you knew from the start, your words formed like heaven sent art.
There's nothing I'd rather do than just be with you, kiss you, tell you I love you.
But I'm not stupid, I'm not blind, I can see it's all a lie.
Throughout the middle, it's a riddle and hard to understand but it's always been a man I wanted to hold my hand.
The truth is hidden inside and when it comes time,
A lie will fill in this rhyme.
This line will tell the whole truth, everything you don't even know about you.
Towards the end, it's a friend I need but I couldn't tell you where that might lead.
There's more to it, I filled that in too late, now I must accentuate, it must have been fate.
The ending will show the past and a future that don't exist, a heartbreak you knew I couldn't resist.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
I glide beside and behind
a fog gathering
where washed love stains satin
I hold
drawn tightly
swelling
The Follower my target
blasting out and in
between the graves of the ninety-eight percent
I breathe the introduction
in leaves inscribed
foiled
I am blown glass
molded in heat
in the shock waves of a bullet in slow motion
in free fall
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC