#defining
You ever wonder how bugs
get trapped in those light fixtures?
Why do they do it?
Don't they see the collection
of corpses through the glass?
Why do they squeeze through the
tight opening between
metal and paint?
Why gnaw through caulking and
electrical tape if only
to join the masses at the base
of the ceiling light?
It's Icarus, reincarnate.
I think I'm one of those bugs,
but I'm not Icarus.
I'm more ignorant, more naive,
if anything, stupid, because
I know of Icarus.
I was told the tale.
Icarus made it.
He had no moral from which
to draw his conclusion.
Beside himself with desire, he
grew up with no such
cautionary tale.
But I did.
And yet I fly anyway,
understanding that my wings will melt,
scared that my wings will melt,
knowing the wax will burn my back and yet
fearful of the pain.
My mother always asked me,
"If your friends jumped off of a bridge,
would you jump, too?"
I tell her "no", of course, but
if I was told that
beneath the shallow waters at
the bottom of the bridge
was the promise of success,
it wouldn't matter how many
mangled guts littered the
rocky shore beneath.
I would jump.
If only to touch success for
a second before
I, too, joined the masses at the base
of the ceiling light.
Jan 13, 2023
Jan 13, 2023 at 7:47 PM UTC
stomach aches, anxious daze
body anxiety ruining the day
candles burn, ravens sing
the feeling of death is sinking in
acceptance, repentance
anger comes in waves
transcendent, independence
refining my old ways
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 10:31 AM UTC
Every year comes less defining.
Deeper roots and with less pining.
Past decisions, cobblestone.
Better think before you sow.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
You are not who you think you are.
Nor are you who you say you are.
Rather, you are
who you prove yourself to be
by the actions you take
and the choices you make.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Bad ones build character
Demolish hope
Days that define are also the days that leave you damaged and dented
I slept to escape pain but in doing so also avoided change
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
Decent for dessent
That’s how it’s rhythm went
As the conflict came to rise like the spark inside a fire
Intrepid since creation
We’ve been walking many wires
Feigning fear to To try and feel
A discernment of what is real but what’s disregarded is the fact you even have to question
Ignorance is bliss? Or strength in your intention?
Thought cannot be the only thing to exist
However a zombie is a waste if it doesn’t eat
brains
Have a little taste of a musing ride
That brings the flavor, you’ll need a guide
Spirit
Clear it
Hear it and run
Takin’ a century can it be done?
The meeting as one
Secret salvation the secret is done
Are they telling in whispers and walking like drifters
They’re tripping on papers it’s time to re gift it
explain in due time ya never could fake this
Always trying to break us
But the music is strong and it’s beat will make us
The beings that we are
the worlds we are
The birth of the universe from another’s dying star
We are the afterlife of another existence
Brand new creation looking for witness
Billions of years to finally have it here and now it could easily disappear
Reality is what?
Desire and emptiness?
Why’s the door shut every time I vent through this
Aging agitation
Buried vegetation
It’s time to find the faults within and bless it all with love so that the veil may fall and the world may hear it’s original name, but for now it shall be a very long game
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
I had a different name
It was "Undiscovered"
Now this name, no longer my cover
There's a darker truth as to why it's updated to "October"
Tears of joy, tears of sadness
They all share this amber month of blackness
A deep history of sight
The pain and origin of why I write
Her name was Erin
She was beautiful
She was young
Erin, was special
and Rhett's, without doubt, the devil
The disease rendered her without brain function
Resulted in physical mutation
Erin, had an expiration
The day came
In the same month born
She would, from this life, be torn
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
you claim i am unkind
swearing it by the dullness of my eyes
the sharpness of my tongue
the coldness of my hands
you swore it by the way i lunged
at anything that threatened me
anything that would protrude the barrier
i had built around myself
but where were you
when my eyes were
their bright blue hue
when my tongue wasn’t sharp
but soft and sweet
and i didn’t flinch
at the harshness of others
where were you
before the world got to me
and made me cold
where were you
when i warmed myself back up
finding everything light in the world
learning to love again
you claim i am unkind
which is fine
nobody is nice all of the time
but you only saw one moment
you didn’t see yesterday
you didn’t see tomorrow
you saw me battling the darkness
when i let the rotting, define me
where were you
when i stopped
letting the world define, me
and i began to define myself
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
Defining Lego Moment? What is that, I don’t own one!
Life growing up was unacceptable – it was chemical and dispensable
My life has never been a bed-and-breakfast - early childhood memories got me ill and susceptible
Tryin’ to find a good early childhood memory is like NOT passing “the test”, because I wasn’t in class. So I ask, what’s next?
Defining moments were replaced by worries and doubts, fears and shouts
My, oh my, why couldn’t I have been brought up in someone else’s house?
I’m just me. So why can’t anyone see I’ve got dreams I want to turn into reality?
I know, maybe I’m adopted! Oh, I could only wish that I belonged to a different home
So who knows, maybe I’m supposed to grow old in a world where survival is at the core of my bones
Future me, I hope that you see, I’m not like them, nor do I ever want to be “like them”
-----------------Fast forward to today ---------------------
I thank GOD for the life I was given and the road that was driven
I’m here because of those dreams which started out as fears - I’m what I am because of those years
I know that I wouldn’t’ be here if it wasn’t for those days of dysfunction and tears
I’m at a junction in my life - I’ve realized that my unction in life is an exponential function that shines like a bright light
My tears have been replaced with people who are sincere and true
I no longer have to worry about the black and blue, now I can simply wave ado…
So I chose to become not what I saw, but what I knew was right in my heart. I leaned on God and learned from stressful nights that choosing the road less taken was all part of this plight
And here we are today….
Now, what does this say, about me?
It says that I’m a child of Destiny, not a child of Disney
It says that I’m a child of God not a child of the Devil
It says that I am…
Predestined presently, sensibly created even though I didn’t come from the best pedigree...
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Strong.
Perhaps a knot of muscle or
a face to wear.
Or the bartender's hand slipped.
Fragile.
Maybe a shattered glass orb or
a note about to break.
Or our egos.
Dark.
Like Edgar Allen Poe or
the center of a black hole.
Or 5:00 in winter.
Light.
"Let there be" or
something that perforates the night.
Or just the pillows,
shedding feathers through
tiny linen holes
that float down near the heating vent
then explode upward in the gust.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
What I don't understand,
Is that I feel it when
We hold hands,
Or when she rests in my arms
And steals a quick glance,
When she thinks I'm not looking.
Or
When she half smiles,
And though shes been silent for awhile,
How there's a faint glimmer,
In those otherwise
Indifferent eyes.
How about when we tease
Each other, and talk ****
Then we exhale
She rests her head on my chest
For a bit,
While her hand graces my thigh.
I feel it so strongly,
But I can't understand why
She won't say it
First?
My eyes feel so cloudburst.
I try not to make
It matter,
I know her better than that -
And for the sake
Of what we have,
I won't let it shake
Me, I let it be...
Call me an old young man -
I am old fashioned
In that sense,
I feel so juvenile
Cause I hated the word
"Boyfriend"
For the longest time
Yet it'd make me feel better,
Even if just for awhile.
Some of her peers know,
Through the affection we show,
But most don't
Is it a can't, or won't?
Perhaps I'm still a risk,
Cause I don't feel like a constant.
Maybe that's why sometimes she feels so...
Distant.
Is it real?
Is she worth it?
Of course it is,
Of course she is.
I can tell from all this
Fleeting bliss.
Cause I sense it,
When I'm half asleep,
With her curled up next to me.
Or when she places her lips
Ever lightly on my cheek,
When she runs her fingers through my hair,
In those moments,
I know she cares.
I try to think otherwise,
That its not a must.
I don't want to force her
To define what this is,
But I am selfish.
Because I need to know,
That shes willing to show,
That we are more than just friends -
That this is a means
That I am an end.
I know she loves me,
And that I love her
But sometimes
I need to make sure.
Am I that insecure,
To need to want more?
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
It's one of those days
When lack of sleep catches up
When time takes it's toll
And everything hurts
A constant pain
That won't go away
You tell yourself you're fine
But you know you can't escape
All your years of fighting
Slowly drift away
The darkness closes in
Now it's up to you
Will you stay?
What you do
Will define you
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
WHAT IS POETRY?
IT’S WHAT YOU FEEL
POETRY IS TRUTH
IT IS MY TRUTH
MY POETRY IS WHO I AM
MY POETRY IS WHAT I DO
POETRY IS THE WAY THAT I WALK AND THE WAY THAT I TALK
THE WAY THAT I SHOW AND THE WAY THAT I KNOW
THE WAY THAT I PLAY AND THE WAY THAT I FRAY
THE FORCE INSIDE ME, WON’T GO AWAY
WITH ME WHEN I ‘VE PROGRESSED OR GONE ASTRAY
WHETHER IT’S JAPANESE HAIKU
A RHYME OR NOT
A SONNET
A SYMPHONY
A RHYTHM
A MELODY
A PHILOSOPHY YOU CAN’T SHAKE OR LET GO
WHAT EVER YOU DO, YOU SHOULD KNOW
GO OUT THERE AND GET IT
IT’S YOU!
©Copyright 2006 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Don't tell me what love is.
Dedication is needed, sure,
but I'm telling you, baby,
that's not nearly enough.
I've been in that relationship
where I was dedicated til the end,
but it did no **** good.
Don't tell me what love is.
At the close of the day,
love isn't even enough baby,
I'm sorry to say.
You can love someone
until you take in
your very last breath
and it'll do nothing
if its just not meant to be.
Don't tell me what love is.
Love is patience, right?
Or kindness.
No.
Wait.
Love is acceptance.
Don't tell me what love is.
Love is the amalgamation
of all these things
and so very much more.
I used to worry how you know
when you've found the true thing.
But don't tell me what love is,
for now, now I know.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC