#clue
7 years we've been together
At times, hell for leather
We're both a bit mad
And our family is mad
(It had no choice!)
(Including the cat!)
And for that we're both glad
(Most of the time)
It's been an interesting ride
Many ups and downs for sure
But I know you agree
That it's been worth it
Two beautiful,
completely bonkers children
That you have given
And many places we have driven
Making memories many
Too many to count.
Thank you for all you have done for me,
and us
Your help and love means much
And my love by the year,
grows such.
I consider myself very blessed
That you gave me a ticket,
on your journey
It's been exciting for sure
(Sometimes a little too exciting 😋)
So in conclusion
I'm more than happy
That 7 years has past with you
To 7 more of
Not having a clue ❤️
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
I wish I was made of bulletproof skin and a barbed wire mind
Heart was buried treasure impossible to find
In need of good luck if you've any to spare
Seems mine was carried away like a balloon into the air
I dream of following but I can't sprout a pair of wings
To the earth anchored by melancholy
Held by a thousand strings
Full of too much sorrow there's hardly any room to move
Grief sits on shoulders
An anchor weighing too much to remove
Mirrors at every turn mocking me with my own reflection
Tormenting reminders of each mistake and imperfection
I do not know how much longer I am able to stand on these two feet
Exhausted from daily performance mastered and am condemned to forever repeat
Don't believe my own worth though I try I can't love who I have become
Disappointment stings worse than bees so do all I can to stay numb
I'm waging war with myself and taking bets on which side will win
Back and forth tug of war constantly makes my head spin
Heaven? Hell?
Good? Evil?
Light? Dark?
I have no clue
I'm so lost in madness contained in my soul that it is tearing my heart in two
Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 9:42 PM UTC
In the peaceful hours of the morning
The sun helps provide clarity to myself
Almost as if I'm missing the warnings
Little signs that reflect my health
I think my mind lacks the inspiration to write
More often than not I try too hard
To turn on that create light
It still fails to shine staying on guard
Though the writing is the easy part
conveying what's really important is not
I thought the trick was to speak from the heart
Yet doing so makes my bran rot
Doing so turns into a million different ways
Different ways of saying I love you
I write as if you never went away
Perhaps one day my heart will have a clue
May 15, 2024
May 15, 2024 at 8:08 PM UTC
I been helping,
⠀⠀⠀⠀them.
This time its,
⠀⠀⠀⠀not my fault'
So if there a day,
⠀⠀⠀⠀its gone.
Alive or dead..
My life and day had,
⠀⠀⠀⠀been suffering
u'll find me hangging,
⠀⠀⠀⠀in this land
Rotten peace of world,
⠀⠀⠀⠀can't be true
Did I make, a mistake?
Even they point at me,
⠀⠀⠀⠀its still wrong
Right now I dont know,
⠀⠀⠀⠀who should I trust.
Not even my family,
⠀⠀⠀⠀friends
One person,
⠀⠀⠀⠀ want me gone
That day we meet and,
⠀⠀⠀⠀wreak my life..
Awful to feel betrayal,
⠀⠀⠀⠀face to face.
So then if your reading,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ this
U'll be next to die,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ beside me
Im waiting for that,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ day to come
Can you see its already,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ beside you
Its, opportunity for me
Death is looking at,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ your soul
Eager to meet you,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ to other side..
Hell had gone, down
Earn for heaven, land
Like the day, I meet you
Price of love that been,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ broken apart.
My life is, meaning less
Enjoy, to see you run!
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:11 PM UTC
You will never be enough
For the WRONG PERSON
In a right way
VICE VERSA
Likewise
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC
I can’t write a poem
It’s hard
I can’t rhyme
My head is empty
I don’t know what to write
Poems here poems there
Poems everywhere
😐
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
It makes me nervous
That I still think about you
And it still hurts me
To not have a clue
What I ever in this ****** world
Meant to you
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
you said that I should
And I thought that I could
so I did
did y'
see
the people all sang along
like my song was one the a.i.
knew all along abs abs ab
solutely
prophecy new, like the gourd in Jonah's whale of a story,
from when we were kids and hope was a thing
we imagined we make something of.
It was love, according to the songs,
grace according to my grandpa;
works was what my one uncle said, be an Adventist
see the future in the past and grieve before hand.
My mama, she was everything mother's little helpers and
electro-convulsive therapy,
at un disclosed cost
could
trans mogrify her mind to be,
but she had blesst me,
bless my heart, my heart
his heart she said
bless his heart and
she said that t' God.
probably,
'might a been like when ya sneeze,
idle words, or
it could be secret motherlove leaven
craven for
warred for,
now free flowing from that woman at the well. Thru the pipeline I won from the Koch's
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
n if you have a clue
pork who watches you move
will be taking notes
this ***** knows how it goes
n if you have a plan
pork who watches you move
will catch it, understand
this ***** is stealing souls
keep it under the knife
surgeon and patient
simultaneously
ship and astronaut
in E.V.A.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
I'm just above the sea,
of shy jewels are my dreams,
I catch a glimmer blue,
should I care if it was true?
I'm waiting for the moon,
of big waves are my dreams,
I steal a purple blue,
should I believe if there's a clue?
but roses **** my heart, my beauty and my mind,
I'm bleeding purple blue though skies are shy and cry for you,
I'm heading towards the moon,
with diamond on my dreams and silver blue,
I'm all at sea, now drinking in my dreams and wait forever blue,
one day I'll be with you.
(My book 'The Allure Of Time' is now available for purchase on amazon).
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
Of course one asks what was the library doing
With a pipe wrench.
-The End-
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
Hard to admit that it’s all over
Our time together is anything but forever
Been five years since we’ve part
But it feels like yesterday, the way you broke my heart
I guess after all this time, I’m still hoping
That what we had is more than just a thing
That at the very least, I meant something to you
You were my first everything and you haven’t got a clue
But last night, I’ve reached my end
The song you made me, you gave to someone else
That was the first time I heard my heart breaking
With every beat it made, it was aching
For the first time, in a long time,
I’m choosing myself, and I’ll take this as a sign
I’ll move on and forget about you
There’s no sense in being hungover for you
I’ll try to find my old self
That whole person I was before we met
I won’t let another like you break me
Even if I’m alone, I’ll be as happy as I’ll ever be, you’ll see
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
Coffee connects
Something meant for
Find a clue...
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
I don't want to say "Safe Journey" always
I cannot accompany with you
Everytime you go away
I'm in blue without a clue
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Quick thought, fate deems me to be forsaken
Faith has been shaken, your love was just a ruse
You love to decide when you feel for me, you pick and choose
You make me feel blue, ironically that's my favourite colour
I have no clue what to do about you, because there will be no other
I understand that loves a mountain and you have to trek to the top
But the peak is below sea level and I don't want to drown, so I think we should stop
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Take away everything. Take away.
Take. It. All.
Take it.
Piece by piece.
Rip it apart as if it's nothing.
As if it's
Something
That slipped through your fingers
Bit it
Fight the wind
Kiss the cold
Press fingers against the throat
Can you feel the pulse?
Blood rushing under your tips
Of foam in the bathtub
Hold the head under the surface
Watch bubbles
That can pop
As if they are nothing
Can you take nothing?
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
I am
a misfit
in this world
of blue.
Thinking,
wondering
having no clue.
What if
I could just
unscrew.
These feelings
muddled up
in a brew.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
How were they introduced to themselves within a flash of light? Enormous shots of humanness flying across the universe- only still inside the shapes of two blue eyes staring back at this vessel. Just molecules of flesh colliding into one another in a heap of colors and sounds we’d sometimes prefer to force ourselves not to hear. How do you keep yourself from exploding? Into a masterpiece of delightfulness pushed forward into the mouth, and sometimes only to be a breath, or a story dressed as a pink pillowcase on a childhood bedroom.
Sometimes it’s just as if there was never ending cold and never ending warmth, and between each other there we were with our noses pressed up against the glass.
People are only sometimes not shaped like beasts, are sometimes only chiseled into neatly marble statuesque ephemeral deities, and then into the tombs the book keepers go, into the ruins the shapes and sounds and colors disappear. Shattered into the vast expanse of vitrifying light, bouncing against your head my head, landing on the bedside table, the corner of your knee, into the knapsack with the broken zipper, far off into the jungle, or into the pantry next to the agave syrup, adjacent the espresso maker.
There I am loving you more and more, quietly raking my hooves against the dirt, reigning midnight shining orders of dusty moonlight plashed on the time of winter lake, courtiers in your centrifuge of melancholy, balancing the toes just inches below the surface of the water, where the skin shuffled into the brief sentimentality of being thrusted into the infinite transdimensionality of the human escape-
hands feet legs being ****** and pressed upon the glass. Infinite planes of man hurdling with fastidious dreamscape prejudice into the quakes and trembling, the indivisible and unquantifiable desires of yore crushed as the envelopes bars break against the seams, then come the staples and the body’s tries at reattaching itself to this the trying table of familiar names, this the tepid jocular playing field. While the undulates are thrown into the academies. While the infrastructures topple over, and the sunlight froths upon the celestial satellites nearing and nearing to us, folded over until we wake up from our necks and into our heads and inside of our brains, until we pull the thread from our gems and count back through the catalog pages trying to find letters of words in other languages piecing together the wanton madness of yearning for you and sharing the sounds of a voice that’s forgotten its own triumph of revealing or speaking its name.
There is the room with the panels and the drawers. These are the wildernesses humming with the poison and quaffing the spit and drugs at the heady realm of human-like lightness, pals or even matter gives pause to answering you with what no understanding beeps or carries on forward, but rather bleeds, tormented, reaches forcefully, it has been nearly a quarter-millennia. Here is the start, the finish, here are the minutes, the hours, here are the streets, the beach, the bench, and all of life is ours, from the dawn to the crepuscular night. Here in a stone room where in black and white photographs spin their *** drives like mercurial thermoses bouncing of each other, dancing into the next world, or just fishing for alphabet soup with a wooden spoon.
Here it is. The short-sheeted bedroom linen collection, folded comforter in the closet. The bath water is still and hot. The sky is clouding up soon, but not quite yet. In a ball of light rounding bloom, comes the silent fans that’ve carried you. While of a breath the trembles sway, and take us far away from here.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
I'm running now and i'm running out of breath
and with every tracks i've ran past through,
none of them seems right
I'm running now and i'm running barefooted
and with every steps i've stepped through,
none of them were smooth,
rough edges i could feel under my heels
I'm running now and i'm running blind
and with every tracks i've seen,
none of them were visible,
guessing,
and hoping all of these were given light,
so that i know which way should i run to
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
I like how my heart grows with you,
Even when I left without a clue
I know for sure, a day or two
I'm gonna ask how you've been, boo.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC