#defeatist
Early morning sunlight barges through the curtain holes
There is no hiding after
All the misgivings of last night and all nights before
Must disappear faster
Light is beckoning you unto itself
Tears must be swept under the rug
Light illuminates as is on rich and poor
Could it be your only wake up hug?
So grab her hand and walk into the light
Make her your own
Leave the banalities of this world behind
Don't miss, don't mourn
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Trying to write after so long...
I can't make any good rhymes
Just cat, hat, mat, bat...
It's even harder to write relevant to the times,
I'll try some this and try some that
I might try too hard and fall flat-
On my face i mean,
Trying to write a poem that talks about me,
Evolve and develop my artistic ways
Trying not to get caught in the drug inspired haze,
I actually think i'm a little sub-par,
And that nothing i do will ever take me far,
But here's this poem,
Or rather my story,
About a guy that wasn't that great,
But yet still aims for glory.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
Hope.
It is our duty.
Pray then, with me.
That those influential,
The decision makers,
The great leaders,
Public figures and speakers,
Intellectuals and all
Whom the spotlight warms,
Deserved or no,
Wake one day without hope.
Just one day is all I ask
Enough to in the following bask
They are infinitely small.
May despair shrink all
To their proper size.
Let the greatness of Earth,
Heaven and all of the Other
Overtake all and smother
Pride.
Let hopelessness all ignorance divide.
One day
To see themselves in those they detest.
One day without purpose
To give evil and folly a rest
Deconstruct their great wants
Oh, Defeatist.
Replace in our hearts
Love with completeness.
Lend an ear to these words.
Just one despondant day
To end all of the ploys.
Allow us to join the animals in the woods
With their small, eternal joys.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
She marched on herself
All battle lines and banners
Weapons reflecting one another
Horns howled
So that two sides packed into combat
Crushing, piercing blood splattered blows
Heaps of fallen bodies
And the mounting casualties
Castrated the confidence
Of the two sides of the girl
Who marched on herself
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC