#disagreement
I wake up already in an argument.
no voices, just the weight of two directions pulling behind my ribs,
like a compass that forgot which way is north.
One of me whispers, “stay where it’s certain,”tracing circles in familiar ground.
the other steps past the edge of “maybe”,willing to get lost just to feel what’s forward.
We meet in the mirror without agreement.
same eyes, different verdicts.
One counts failures like loose change,
the other spends hope recklessly, again and again.
And somehow, every day,
neither of us wins.
but neither leaves.
It’s always been, Me vs. Myself.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:21 PM UTC
I wake up already in an argument.
no voices, just the weight of two directions pulling behind my ribs,
like a compass that forgot which way is north.
One of me whispers, “stay where it’s certain,”tracing circles in familiar ground.
the other steps past the edge of “maybe”,willing to get lost just to feel what’s forward.
We meet in the mirror without agreement.
same eyes, different verdicts.
One counts failures like loose change,
the other spends hope recklessly, again and again.
And somehow, every day,
neither of us wins.
but neither leaves.
It’s always been, Me vs. Myself.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:21 PM UTC
rooftops are where you forgot about me.
you were up so high—
you didn't think to look down at my face.
while you were on rooftops,
i was kneeling on the ground,
wondering when you'd return.
but you simply glanced over the precipice,
knowing full well, that
you were never coming back.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
~
*Waiting for the reassemblage
One light will do
Bright things come to confusion
What pushed us together?
The love underneath conflict's thumb?
Winter kept us warm
Her face soft as sleep
With wakened eyes
With wakened hands
You quiet me
On these nightingale floors
In small explosions
that are yours to keep
I can’t remember how
we made love, but I remember
the colors we made together
It is in the shelter
Of each other that we live*
~
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 10:55 AM UTC
I don’t understand the way
That hatred seems to rule
Every minute of every day
It seems to gain more fuel
Dave told us years ago
That “We Just Disagree
But now we choose to hate and so
No answers will there be
Cooperation is a lost art
Collaboration can’t be found
Real solutions will never start
When hatred still abounds.
There was a time not long ago
When opposite sides could talk
Design and ideas would flow
Our leaders walked the walk
That time is gone, it seems for good
And hatred rules the day
Discussions turn to attacks so rude
There’s nothing left to say
It seems that now we never find
When two on opposite sides
Disagree, but still are kind
To others far and wide.
“Agree to disagree” I’ve heard the phrase
And try to comprehend
That differences, like a smoky haze
Don’t make you hate your friend.
So take a chance, just try and see
You’ll help this world go round
Don’t hate because you disagree
And answers will be found.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
are pushed.
Voices
ignored.
Tones
raised.
Feelings
on the floor.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
Why is your opinion the only one that matters?
So stubborn and unreasonable it causes emotional scatter
My wholesome intentions are now twisted and skewed
Is it so hard to sympathize with another point of view?
I can be two things at once rational and empathetic
Couldn't you then be sensible and sympathetic?
You don't understand, but that doesn't make me wrong
My intentions, rationale and viewpoint also belong
Guilty for doing what I feel is right and ****** if I don't
You could just be kind and support me, but I know you won't
You say I have a choice, but I know what that means
An order of silent treatment with a side of love liens
If I'm picking battles this is not one I'm fighting to win
The victory with a punishment that doesn't match the sin
Ultimately, it isn't the end of the world if I don't get my way
Respecting my reasons are not black and white, just simply grey
Even if you can't understand the picture to see my play
I'm tired and just trying my best not to take it to the mat
This time couldn't you just respect and trust me anyway
After all these years...
Haven't I earned that?
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
i never agreed with it
but i loved him
my mind couldn't over throw
the wishes of my heart
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Forgive yourself
We all get let down sometimes
Maybe you let someone else down
Maybe they let you down, too.
Hand in hand with uncommunicated expectations.
And it doesn’t have to be one person’s fault.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
Is civility
a good-willed politeness
to other people?
Is the benefit of being civil
to a person I disagree with
that I maintain
my joy and happiness
and the other person’s joy and happiness?
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
My friend has a baby and she's crying on the phone
She called me up in the park sitting all alone
Telling me about her problems as I'm writing this poem
Not every family show love to their child yet we still complain
About not having everything we wanted we can't relate the pain
A young girl thought her family loved her then a baby came
The baby smiled when he notice the family but don't feel the change
He's too young to understand life as things evolve it's never the same
Now the young girl became a young mother and her mother is ashamed
The young mother has a lot on her brain her son, the struggle, and a lot of blame
Life seems to get heavy if you can't release the stress
If you decide to commit suicide then you failed the test
The young mother is planning to leave with her baby from the nest
Everyday she's talked down in ways i didn't believe
Her mother told her the life she's living now she wont achieve
The things the young mother told me now I see why she has to leave
———————————
Since I'm a good friend like no other I actually care
I pushed my problems to the side and told her I'll be there
She never cried on the phone with me before so I had to go
I washed up, put my clothes on, and walked out the door
We chilled, We talked, We Walked back and forth
She took me on a journey of her life from then to now
I don't know how she could still breath...the pain she allowed
A strong young woman with a beautiful son....
Aaron Osgood
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
baby all I wanna do
is try and get along with you
why do we have to fuss and fight?
can't figure out, it's just not right
I know I slept in kinda late
I'm sorry, I don't feel so great
I'm trying to change the way I feel
but you just don't see the appeal
I can't be still, I can't be lazy
and you look at me like I'm crazy
or worse, like it's some kind of crime
to build myself and **** some time
I'm sorry that I can't sit still
it's just the way I have to deal
I go too far, I get obsessed
but if I don't, I get depressed
at least, if I work out a bit
I won't feel like a piece of ****
lie to myself, at least that way
I had a good, productive day
and if I went to meditate
at least, I got my thinking straight
but with all this, you're just annoyed
with everything that brings me joy
can we start over?
baby, please
I love you
I don't wanna leave
but when you
start to act this way
it really pushes me away
can't play guitar,
can't take a ***
without you finding fault with me
and that's just how
you make me feel
I gotta doubt if you're for real
so tell me, baby
what did I do?
I'm trying so hard to get along with you
don't wanna go,
I wanna stay,
but I feel like we need some space
to meditate,
to cook and clean,
to work off nervous energy
why does it have to cause a fight?
and cut into my sleep at night?
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
one of the hardest things in life
is to simply accept someone
for who they are
one of the easiest things in life
is to strongly hate them
for not being able to change
choosing the hard one
will help you grow
choosing the easy one
will help you destroy
but what if accepting someone
for who they are means loving them
more than loving yourself?
what if accepting someone
for who they are means accepting
violent hellos and condescending goodbyes?
06/06/2011
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
She says she doesn’t have the strength within herself to write poetry.
Yes, her. The one who so often nourished me with song
til my soul began to learn how to hunt for itself,
whose word carried weight in leading me to pick my own instrument,
albeit one of a different tone,
as the key in keyboard became prominent for the first time
and the sound of purposeful fingers upon it could be considered,
only in the right light,
synonymous to the plucking of strings, just as rooted in emotion.
Yet she's the first to say that she herself can't do it.
Thing is, I suppose we’re politely at odds on the matter.
She favors poetry that’s sharper, with a cleaner cut,
that’s message is immediate and jarring
as a conduit running from soul through skin,
or a loose-lipped diary finally freed from lock and key.
And when she declared it, I started to consider what my poems seem to me:
Blackberry bushes (but kinder, I hope)
that snag and immerse just long enough
to make me feel I’ve had an effect.
I’ve used writing to expel my most gnarled feelings
to any passerby who’s maybe felt the same.
Like crying in a mirror:
alarming, but oddly refreshing,
and an indefinite reminder that our aches are never only our own.
Still, I'm not sure why it blows my mind
to hear that even the most glamorous hearts,
who wear confidence as a summer breeze that's always in their favor
and who inspire, from beau gestures to sleight of hand,
are included in those who find themselves pacing back, back and forth,
begging curbside at the dime store
for a scrap of the same feed that convinces a heart to pump ink.
But she says that any art that's enjoyed is worth it.
So while she seeks out words that bare the bones,
I’ll stay and make a meal of the marrow,
hollowing them so that the poetry may have a rightful place
to reverberate as hymns in a universal monastery.
But hell, like I’m any old soul.
I dress nicer than I otherwise would,
turn to the mother who told me I don’t meet her lowest standards,
and ask for a critique.
All for the moment when she greets me at the door with a legendary G#.
...Now please, could you spare a dime?
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
It's a place where you would rather not be
engaged in a quarrel and unable to agree.
Between two strangers or with one you know
in a display of words disagreement to show.
A sad state of affairs and opposite of harmony
usually about something they did not foresee.
Ending with both parties not seeing eye to eye
and very often it's without a clear reason why.
It could be one taking more and giving back less
to the other who considers the matter in distress.
Or perhaps ignoring to do what should be done
in our duty to one another that incurs a bad run.
If a lack of trust or deception has been at play
there are suspicions that don't easily go away.
'Honesty's the best policy' known and cherished
without this relationships only end up perished.
Especially when there are two interests at stake
one against the other much trouble they'll make.
Keep away from being at loggerheads if you can
as it may end up in a fight with your fellow man.
_______________
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
the silence was never there.
thick, thin, a continuous disturbance—
created by one of us in a fragile ice skate dance
you sigh and the air swallows it
while i am left to watch if i do the same
or break
thick, thin, a feverish disturbance—
almost as fast as lightning, a broken trance
has me hurling hurtful words, an argument that cannot win
you point out the flaw in my ways
thick, thin, descriptive of skin—
your steps i will not to follow, a path
i do not want to take
a calm exterior is what i fake
to keep the composure i've powdered on
thick, thin, a relationship between suns—
stars that never go out
flares that never end
heat that never really shushes
in the silence of space
thick, thin, a wire we walk on—
tired and aching, we balance
we balance, angrily, fists in *****
sadness washes over us in rain drops
on a tightrope that never ends
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
we see life through eyes shoved deep in a clothes dresser
-dressed in one style, one choice, one black or white sweater
we are the oppressed or the oppressor
we either question or we answer
we either are racist or we are racist-
it doesn't matter within which color you exist
at one point or another you are the blunt of every man's expense
the traitor or the one with the knife in your back-
turn around and your friends are nowhere fast-
build up a blind eye and you missed the opportunity to chose a side
and now your an inactivist- a pacifist
someone who's breath is saved is not valid, this
life style leaves us bent between broken lips
and bad lies heard from different separatists
bent on making a society divided on who's right and who's wrong, what's the matter with this!
battle each other with harsh words and confrontational jargon fits!
spit on each other, barely walk away and shake our fists!
is there not enough wisdom for us to understand
that we are merely just imperfect man-
must we argue over who is the most persecuted, most bruised!
we-
who live in a country with the most benefits for you to choose!
we-
the ones who live in an electrical utopia and a house too!
we-
the ones who barely have to question anything, we just receive and we roost-
selfish enough to carry broken glass mirrors on our masks
and stare forever into our forever broken collapse-
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
**** this coffee's really sour
I've been drinking it for half an hour
Wanna hear a poem
Wanna hear a poem
Wanna hear a poem about a cauliflower
[Cauliflower's foolish
It doesn't fit the theme
I'm sick of all your nonsense
I'm tired of your memes]
Woman selling knickknacks
I'm not eating tic-tacs™
Your words were put in brackets
Check out my rhyming tactics
I see that you're not one for fun
Your a cloudy day, I'm the shining sun
My absurdity
Is the key
To happy for eternity
[You're clearly deeply broken
And only you can cure
Your fundamental problems
But really I'm not sure
The only one who conquers
Is one who really tries
So stop with the gorillas
Since everything will die]
Maybe you don't understand
My foolishness goes hand in hand
With making things that are the best
Like giant squids and turnip fests
Order, chaos, streets and bogs
Them, White, Color, Talking Frog
Odd on top but clear below
From ash and fire life will grow
Then again I see it's true
I am right and so are you
Maybe we both have a claim
In this crazy poet game
**
Okay]
That didn't rhyme!
[It doesn't have to]
I love you
[Mmm hmm]
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
a disagreement
between my bones and my logic
my body and my mind
torn between a choice
and choosing --
****** if i do, ****** if i don't.
my bones
and
my logic
and
my heart
at war,
destroying this vessel, but
can't we all just get along?
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Opposing ideals
Shift forward uncertainly
Reflection shattered
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
screamingloudly, shoutingcrazy
don't know why we do this daily;
backandforth the screaming match
when our ideas they just won't catch.
two bullheaded people clashing heads
until one of them storms off instead.
i mean well and you do too
but our ideas just won't go through.
banging heads against brick salls
our yelling echoing down the halls.
im on page two,
youre on page one;
all i know is this aint fun.
screamingloudly, shoutingcrazy
i dont know why we do this daily.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC