#eh
I heard it throw grape vine
I heard it throw the bass line
That you were not mine
This happen every time
These thoughts play my mind
Are you the right girl
Why are you playing with my life
I heard it throw grape vine
I heard it throw the bass line
That you weren't mine
Now I sit here all alone
Just hitting these useless chords
To forget that girl who played me like a useless note
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
She's walking down the hall
her arm holds another accessory
who'll soon learn that all
she wants
is envy
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
The warmth that lingers in the air
One thought swimming around in my mind.
She walks like driftwood floating ashore
Ever so still, ever so ethereal.
All I can think of is you.
You whisper only love and tenderness to me
I wish you wouldn't cry, that is all it really takes.
What do you dream of in nights like these?
The serene expression on your face melting in the middle of the humid evening.
I wish I could give you what you need.
My reflection swirls and shifts through the dark sealed windows
You hold onto me for fear that I will leave
And you are right.
Please let me go.
let me go.
I am not what you need.
The air in my lungs weighs me down
Your tears dance in the street lights.
I can only wipe them back but for how long?
You are all I can think about.
The way your warmth leaves me feeling cold
As the static in the background fills my brain.
Blue light bounces off of my eyes
I cannot make you happy.
You hold onto me with such resolve
Such need, how will I ever leave?
Not even for a quick three AM rinse.
I want to know what you dream of.
I guess its just another one of those midsummer nights.
I crash back into the mattress, your cold hands soothing me
You are all I can think about now
The only thing within my limited vision
It hurts me.
But its probably just the heat getting to me.
-Kore
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 8:32 AM UTC
The depths and the hold of the midnight hues of dusk
flowing into the surface of the water.
The sunken truth that lies in that shallow vastness
washes up on the shore, a trail of lingering darkness
found in the waters.
And so help me as I cannot help but become consumed
by the calling waves,
It whispers to me, it feels familiar
like home.
There is only a grim satisfaction that remains on my face
as I sink into the abyssal trap,
surrounded by all the unearthly treasures
I can only hold so much of.
And there it was, in that shallow looking emptiness
the indigo that threatened to take hold.
I was consumed by the sapphire
that corrupted my lungs.
I reach out to the surface
fading from my view
but only shades of cerulean escaped my mouth,
with no hope but only the suffocating feeling
of the deep blues.
-Kore
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
Latern so bright and beatiful
Lures me in
I might not resist
And completely melt
In
It's
Warm
Embrace
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
I’d forgotten
Or discovered
Your eyes like faded denim
The smile you’d try to hide
The way you like to tease me
Can’t make you laugh although I try
Like laying in fields of lilac,
tour Tassie attached to my hip.
I rang you like religion
Just to tell you about the trip
there are hard days, they are long ones
I bare just to hear your voice
When my head is filled with static
You’re cutting out the noise
Laying in a dingy tent,
staring at the Milky Way
You told me how you felt for them
the honesty cast fears away
We went to two different festivals
one day after the next
It felt like we were both there
But watching different sets
To wake up to you in winter
Samson whines me back to sleep
The mattress is barren without you both
But The bed’s too warm too leave
You send your love in lettered form
Like medicine in mail
and though the sentiment is old
I found relevance today
Sometimes I fret that you don’t care
How foolish and ambivalent
Sometimes I need reminders of
why I loved you to begin with
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
what to think
anymore.
I want to write
my brain won't
create
poems like before.
this is ******
****
what a pity.
I think
I'm trying to hard
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
Flying high, flying low
Falling hard, falling slow
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Down to the end of a wooden dock
That sticks out a good way into the water,
She sat legs crisscrossed in a knot, hunched over
With her elbows to her knees, head resting
In her palms. She tries controlling her breathing,
But holding her breath makes her throat expand
Like it is croaking. Saliva pools in the lower corners
Of her mouth under her tongue, and she barely has time
To adjust herself as the bile climbs out of her throat
And down the front of her yellow crop top, dripping
Onto her stomach and crossed legs. Tears are forced
From her ducts as her stomach convulses. Capillaries
Around her eyes are popping from strain. Feeling weak,
She falls to the left on her side and curls into a trembling ball
But she wants to get the ***** off her
As soon as possible. Her shaking palms
Press against the splintering deck, pushing
To her knees to feel what was once in her stomach squish
Between her fingers making her stomach spasm;
She scrambles to her feet as fast as she can
When her only source of lighting is dying
From the wind. Before righting her balance, she slips
Backwards in the bile and tumbles into the blackened lake. Her head
Plunges first and water came rushing into her nose. It burns
Her nasal cavities as her eyes tear open in fear. She’s disoriented
From the alcohol in her system and the water is too strong
Against her weakened limbs. She tries to position herself
Up right, but the more she moves, the deeper she sinks.
She holds her breath and tries
To ignore the burning sensation up her nose and on
The surface of her eyes in her head and she can’t
Hold on. Oxygen isn’t going where it needs to and the edges
Of her vision darken. As a last attempt to fight, she reaches
Forward to grasp at anything she can get ahold of. Her fingertips
Stretch and curl only to move through the murky prison. Her vision
Is almost completely blackened out as she surrenders
Her losing fight. There’s a burn in her chest that grows
As the rhythm behind it slows. Her body,
Like the water, is still, cold, and tinted blue.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
I've a particular bias
against words that don't conform to the way
that appears beautiful to me
Works that are right-justified
or unjustified
or rhyme too much (or little)
even just using bold or italics
I'm amazed at how I call what I make poems
and therefore myself a poet
and find nearly no pleasure in most poetry
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC
My lips sink into their tubular cavern
crunch, crunch
Two bites... I take
I scan the concurrent matter that surrounds me, feverishly.
I begin to feel it set in
The drag
The pull
bump, bump
He goes...
"No, no, no" I hear my psyche mutter... I resist.
But my internal efforts, are fruitless.
The externality begins to disentegrate.
The internality crashes, wailing, screaming into oneself.
The futile attempts force me to face the inward infinite.
It rips me apart
Shredding every fiber of my being, until I am absolutely nothing.
All that's left, is simple consciousness, floating through the abyss.
Nothing, but my internal hiss, is noted.
I'm alone
I'll always be alone
In this eternal internal "playground"
It's what they reserved
It's what I deserve.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC
Passing days
Passing months
What kind of ideas you have
Turn to grey
Turn to dust
You’ll get better
Things get better
The comment of the year
No action
No outcome
If you really aren’t here
So what’s really wrong
It’s the light inside your head
That never shunned
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging
teasing tendency thirst *******
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology
tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity
together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
*********** therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician
toady treacly Tory
(Tommy Two Tone),
thence thirdly Theodore
"Tornado" Tornetta)
themselves trained to tamp
twerking tremens triggers,
their tripartite treatment told
tattooing thorny transforming
took this then truant teenage turtle
through time traveling
to those truant tumultuous tragic,
toxic, tipsy twitchy, touchy, tetchy
typhoon terrible two times two
times two times two tantrum
throwing, thieving, threatening
taxing textured teen tinder times -
tossing, tilting, taking tankful tolled
throaty, thoroughly,
thickly telltale temblor
toured terrible tournament
testing taupe tumbling termagant (Thaddeus)
tangling (Tangoing) tiny Timothy,
the treacherous tarantula
tying tussling travail – tata!
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
for a beautiful man
who will not read this
but should know
that getting to know him
although briefly
awakened in me
a curiosity and
a passion and
a drive to
do more
see more
make more
be more
lessons from a
younger man
who has lived
longer than me
who has experienced
loss like me
and loss like I
will never know
his soul met mine
and for a brief moment
we shared time and space
in another universe
someday i hope to meet
in person
someone who often
resides in my dreams
and reminds me
in my mind
of the wonder of
living for yourself
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
used and abused
manipulated and bruised
into waiting for you,
testing me to see,
if i wouldn’t break free
brainwashed into loving you,
trusting no one but you
then
you shattered me
into nothing
but dust
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
Some nights I go down memory lane
Where I don't like to be,
I go there because flashbacks come back,
To the point where I'm in tears
I don't like to cry,
But I can't help it.
When I do end up crying,
It's too late.
On a cold January day,
I was abused
Bad
In school,
In the bathroom,
In the handicap stall,
I was left there to cry,
When I told the police,
It was too late,
Way too late.
They couldn't do anything because it was way too late.
Since then,
The last 2 years,
I've been bullied,
Harassed,
Physically and online
Not to the point where I wanted to do self-harm
But I've thought about it,
Several times.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Casually not okay
I mean granted you’re allowed to say anything you say.
Yeah i know I’m not perfect I’m not preferred
And I’ll be honest it’s expected so it’s not like it actually hurts.
I’m not tall enough, I’m not strong enough.
Which makes dating pretty tough and rough.
Short guys get the short end of the stick
Fitting isn’t it?
I should work out more i should eat better.
Would that mean i could go get her?
She’s out of my league to begin with
And me, stealing her heart? That’s a myth.
I’m the one she’s interested in,
But I’m not the one she really likes.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Today I feel worthless. No ideas are flowing; my attempts are sporadic and trivial, just some drivel I've eked out. Poetry...barely breathing , a few gasps every week or two, beyond that it's suffocation. I'm boring, mundane, my creativity drained away, and I'm not even sure when I pulled the plug. Maybe I should take a bath, plunge myself underwater, look up at the surface, search for a purpose. I want to cry, I won't, I can't. Slip into a self-loathing depression. Hit my head against the wall till one or the other breaks, at least then I might have something to fill the pages, those ******* pages.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC