#dunno
You're welcome to your opinion, please excuse me if I don't share it.
(sonnet #whocareswhatbynow)
How Taco Bell insists I should from hence
Enjoy the prize they've dealt for that detail
Called "guess I joined their club;" ergo, avail
Us since the thing expires on Monday, sense
Aware I've no time then thanks to, fr'intents,
The schedule givn me. Meet my neighbors. They'll
Think earmuffs, scarf and coat too much? I've bail.
My chronic sinus 'fection begs defense.
And oh, I work oernight, so bed in tour
Must be quite early, but don't tell those two.
I'm sure they've ya, an easy life. Is't poor
I stalk about in tall boots like I too
Am just as good as they? Oh LORD, bestir
Thy mercies, save me. For what do I do?
21Feb26b
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
Tears upon burnt pages quench the flames beyond time's comprehension.
Utter devastation tastes so woefully divine.
Place the paper platters face-down lest the battered beasties mention
something yet unknown to me, yet also truly mine.
Cramped, I think, I felt so cramped, stuck spaciously between two corners.
Painful in a mental sense, but physically unscathed.
Ruptured tetrahedrons spread a message known to few informers,
governments sent crumbling by the grassroots of today.
Epsilon command sent out another suicidal mission,
destination overclocked to speak a titan's tale.
Suddenly, the ruskies think they own the key to taming fission.
Foolish in their eagerness, the safety measures fail.
Recognition sends the suits into a soon-seditious spiral.
Ugliness, in vogue, becomes the newest game to play.
Rapture in an abstract sense, oh joy to those in moments final;
tempted by a concept for which sanity must pay.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:33 PM UTC
Can he cry
Knowing the winds won’t stop
Feeling his heart pulse achingly
Listening to the sounds in the other stalls
There are others crying with him
He still can’t cry
Can he cry
Knowing the failures will stick like duck tape
Felling his snot paint his sleeves white
Hugging himself in his time of fright
He still won’t cry
Can he cry
Knowing this is one out of too many
Feeling the burden settle so heavily
Breathing in timing to the tapping on his knee
The tears won’t come out
He can’t cry
Knowing it’ll always be the same
Feeling the drain on his psyche
Listening to the silence in the other stalls
He’s still the only one
And the winds still won’t stop
And the clouds will pass by
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
Crack my skull,
Feeling so dull,
I was feeling so full,
But now I lost it all,
I wish you would call,
But I know that I'm feeling so small,
I feel like I'm lost while I crawl,
I know that it isn't your fault,
You make me numb and yet feel so full,
Feeling so dull,
Cracking my skulI,
I want to hold your hands so I just hope I haven't lost it all.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Taste of sugar - maybe stevia
In the back of my tongue
Where the throat meets the muscle
And draws the line, the border
It’s so sweet despite not having a sweet tooth
I can’t handle it though
Some can’t handle the thought
I don’t understand
There is
This sweet taste
At the start of my throat
Every night when I lay awake
I wonder why
It won’t go away
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
Without within who knows what
That the knot inside wants you to want?
Is it hard knock blunt force
Or a gentle heart?
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
Trembling fingers dancing across piano keys
Making a melody out of the ruin before them
Stringing together thoughts and lines and notes
With planned out motions to their smallest component
These same fingers desperately wish to rewrite their own design
To piece together a brand new composition
They know better than to hope for something other than ivory
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
I was told to bring light where there is darkness
But what about when all i have is black
I was told to bring peace where there is turmoil
But what about when I’m fighting a civil war within
Or when i want to nose dive off my roof onto the cement and paint the streets red with my head all off something you said
Wish I didn’t burn my nerve endings years ago then maybe I’d give an F or an S about you today but all i can do is love you till you implode inside me lighting up the sky as i ascend into time wherever we go
If you hadn’t left me with these scars in mybrain, neck and lungs then i could forget you in theory but alas time moves on and im left here with the drift into time as me
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Love is always praised into the heavens
But never is a tale spoken in which hatred truly prevails,
For those creatures who have nothing but it left seem so lost,
Is this the price they are taking, or must this be a farewell ?
Alike love, hate can give strengh but also great misery,
For those who have lost the access to light it is but an embrace,
Because for them the heart was made to be broken,
Eventually though, through all odds they find their way, despising what they formerly had done, had felt and had acted.
This side of the story remains lonesome,
The light of love is for all to bear in the end,
But the embrace of hatred is undesired as if it was cursed,
Just because the darkness made an attempt to protect their minds,
An outcast who was left behind, who was undefended,
Bidden farewell the shadows of night give in to the sunrays
Another night ends in defeat.
~ Umi
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
i will love you
even when the stars cease to exist
for they may dim and their lights may dwindle
but my love for you, my dear
it is as the sun that hides behind the moon
it will never falter
never fall
for like the sun for the moon
i will continue to shine behind you
so you can gleam brilliantly
dazzling all those in your path
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
So, Seo
Do I deserve a life
I ask questions
They make me wonder why
You still stick around me
Out a of pity
That may be
I'm just a stupid suicidal girl who has nothing to offer
Emotionally unstable
I;m missing three legs of a table
I can fall down any minute
I'm just a stupid suicidal girl
As fragile as a snowflake
No one questions why my heart aches and breaks
But you
Why do you stick around dumb me
Who can't stand on her own two feet
I tell you
I'm not worth it
Why haven't you quit
Making sure I don't die
It's for the better
The meaning of this letter
Is to ask you
Why
So, Seo
Riddle me that
So, Seo
Thank you
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
words are strange things.
they're sounds we give meaning.
and when strung together a certain way,
they suddenly create mind boggling results.
seas of beautiful people suddenly turn sour,
mountains of angry humans turn around and pick flowers.
words are different everywhere you go,
and some words aren't even spoken with a voice
but rather a hand
its nice, i think
that we all give meaning to such sounds
they act as either a leash to pull you in
or a wind to blow you out
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
It's been fourteen years since the fire in my eyes started to ignite.
Everyday is a different battles that I have to fight.
Words are the guns that would **** me if used right.
'Lil ol me would never put up a fight.
So of a sand bag taking punches,
Every punch being taken rips the bag , letting presious sand flow out.
Being a new solider in war where veterans surround and judge your every move,
will constantly break you down.
Pushed around for not knowing better.
To be used until your no longer useful.
Sooner or later the fire burning in my eyes, will die out.
My will is what keeps it alive, but once it runs out
You'll never hear a sound escape from my mouth.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
Break into the hallway.
See you on the stairs.
The stillness of the air.
No beauty could compare.
To the miserable girl.
Sitting there.
Her heart is down and she's already unable to repair.
What she's done to herself.
Its piece of work.
Like the harsh, harsh day and the daily grind.
It's not hard to say, lets not talk of that tonight.
I'm not here to say that you're a **** inclined.
To tell me where you were, but you're smoking here tonight.
Hard to say.
Where we went so wrong.
Hard to say.
There's nowhere to run.
But its easy to bring.
An empty plate.
And too easy to find.
An empty ******* buffet.
And we're so abscond. We're so, **** unkind.
There's no harbor here, because we're sailing blind.
If you, want to say that you're hurt inside.
I'll bring you the drinks and we'll drink to that, goodbye.
So see me here in my heavy plight.
It's gone bleak real fast, its gotten a mighty trite.
I'm not here today.
I'm here tonight.
you're still sitting here, on the stairs.
I see you there.
Heart in your hand.
Blood in your hair.
Cabinets closed.
Head on a rope.
I'm not to blame.
I had no hope.
So say, now goodbye there's no need to cry.
We were doomed from when we had tried to start.
And if you, come back home I will bring you my heart and,
We will drink to our safe and sound, night time and goodbye.
Our house is gone.
We cannot stand.
We will not beg.
We will not brag.
Love is a rough.
Life is a bare.
I'll join you soon.
Here on the stair.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
it was like i fell in love with an open casket
once i fell in
i was already six feet deep in
the problem was
sinking lower
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
Mirrors will always tell you a harsh truth
Unless you're so broken inside that you make it worse in yourself
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Sparkling
diamond broken
now a glittering cloud
dusting shinies
on all it touches
never forgotten
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Awaken to a mirror reflecting clouded visions of dreams you've dreamt through the ages.
Medieval castles and princesses, Mayan Ruins - infinite changes.
These are the forgotten memories. Locked withing Maya's cages.
Acted out with different masks but thought of by the same sages.
Reading different but all bound pages.
A story that goes round and round.
Sky to ground.
The water cycles and gives life and energy to all.
But from where did the water initially fall?
Sip from a golden goblet the King of Kings ponders all!
Pondering how he sweats so much water while building the wall.
Maya's illusion covering the truth of all.
The ghost in the machine sits hidden behind the perceptual division screen.
So only the extensions of the poetic master actor is seen.
All the world seems to me is smokey trails and pipe dreams.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Hello Poetry,
Do you have a minute?
My mind keeps drowning in this pool that I've been diving in
It keeps on talking but my heart's just not listening
I hear a knock between my chest that doesn't seem to end
It mentioned love
And I don't want to let them in
Cuz last time, they ran off with my heart again
Anyways I thought that I would share this with you
Its the only way to get these words through
You seem to listen
And I appreciate that
I hate to admit but this love is more permanent than the skin on my back
I'm black
I know theres no changing that
And the time I wasted with them there's no changing back
But I miss them
Why is love sometimes the enemy
They say that I'm crazy
Because I'm the only one defending me
See, everyday the same ritual
My only fear is that the feelings aren't mutual.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Salty mess is laminated
in hard rime
whilst the moth ribbons
like a broken lasso
over the bathroom tiles.
In your letters
the handwriting conveys
your shaking vulnerability
in the fog.
The rime and
The grapefruit soap
and lye solder your calico dress in blisters
With cascading Tempera over your chest
Along the globe
of your eye, camel eyelashes
powdered skinny
with make up shower with sadness then close in drug dry desperation.
Your legs
are dolphins enthroned
in scarlet
with grazes and gazes grace them with concern.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC