#doublemeaning
...if my eyes were blunts,
they’d be rolled tight with tears.
even a sharp mind, can feel so
blunt sometimes.
emotions rise high—
but every crash-out drags me
back to earth.
sigh…
maybe i’ve just always been
too down to earth.
..
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
A girl can be a mean *** with a mean ***
But I don't mean *** I mean, as in being
Mean, even when you're already an ***
And also I could be mean too much,
Or maybe I could mean too much —
But it wouldn't mean that much,
To be mean, that much.
And I could be mean as such,
Really for any means as such —
In order for a means that has a such.
Even as this, seems to be a mean verse,
_The question is, which one of course?_
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 12:19 AM UTC
you were
iridescent
like a diamond
your lustre,
the fire inside you
brilliant
in every aspect, facet
i thought so too,
and believed i was nothing
compared to you
no spark or shine
just endless night
inside the depths
of a black coloured gem
an onyx to a diamond,
which is worth more?
your life or mine?
in the end, it was yours
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
Caught in this space between (life) and death,
Trying to muster the (will) go on,
To (get) back the joy in my hollow eyes.
I wish I were (better), stronger, enough
For (my) loved ones, who anchor me when I drift away,
They call out, “(Darling), come back to us”.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
Some girl I never knew
knew an art that wasn’t kung fu.
She did not whistle well
when her peaches didn’t sell.
And a boy I never liked
loved her not at first sight.
He kissed her on a day it didn’t rain
never to lay eyes on her again.
Nary a soul whispers her name,
nary a heart feels any shame.
She was pretty not so long ago,
this girl I will never know.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
**Falling in love with a boy who smokes
but never having the courage,
to ask for a cigarette**
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
when looking to help,
don't give a man a life jacket
when he's dying
of thirst
because kindness born from ignorance
can be
just as cruel
as hatred born from pain.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
I am spectacularly
Ignorant. I cannot understand anything
Complex, not to mention intelligent.
Somehow, I am miserable at
Every new thing I attempt, I
Fail at the same things I watch my peers
Excel at.
Over the past few years,
I have found that I am worth
Absolutely nothing. I hate myself
More than I ever thought was possible.
I really don't think
I'm going to be okay.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
How can I,
fall again?
When you're no longer
here,
falling
with me.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
I sort of know why things are this way
I sort my thoughts about it into little glass jars inside of my mind
Making light of my troubles I smile past them
Making light beams shining through the darkness that is my heart
The race that I belong to of crooked misfits without the appealing
rebellious pride
The race I run everyday wondering how I'll ever chase down Time and pass it at the finish line, but I can't keep up and Time, just like Life, goes too quickly
The club trumps my heart everyday, every moment, and I do loathe being second best, yet again
The club of Inadequacy that beats me ****** and bruised everyday
The fairness of your face can alter your fate and change whether you are adored or disliked
The fairness of reality is horribly off balance and nearly nonexistent
So I must act fine and dress fine and look fine because only the lovely are loved in this world
So I must act fine even though I am not okay because I can't be what I am not and I get to be what I was born as and that is my identity and my identity only gets a single definition, only one single meaning I get to be Me and that means Me, it can't mean Me as well as Lovely.
and I just can't be a double meaning.
Repost if you cannot be a double meaning.
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art! :)
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
You shine so bright,
Blessing us with your light,
Around the sun so insignificant,
As he shadows your magnificence,
But night will cone with no electricity,
And people will flock to the city,
Begging you to flicker for them please,
But you're not at ease,
Because of the times you were forgotten in the dark,
When people didn't notice your spark,
You don't need them they need you,
Until the moon kills your mood as she replaces you.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
would you cry in vindiction
should i repossess your drugs
all i ever really wanted
was your kisses and your hugs
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC