#f
I inherited my eyes from my mother.
They’re dark,
heavy with what never arrived,
wrapped in thick ropes of fear,
suffocated by narrow borders—
still, there’s a flicker of light.
Like hers,
I drown in my own survival,
every night closing
with the hope
that something beautiful could happen,
only to open
to uncertain mornings.
Anger, untamed,
waits beneath my words.
Still, I stay soft in cruel times,
sharing my heart
with those who couldn’t hold it.
How I wish I could see the world
through my father’s eyes—
his hazel ones...
I tried to see it his way.
But my eyes were fixed on a single point—
the cigarette packet
and the ashtray on the table.
Then the smoke filled my vision,
clouding my anxious mind.
I couldn’t speak.
And I thought:
“It’s better to leave some things unsaid
than to be right,
if every word we speak
unravels a fragile home,
leaving a scar.”
I inherited my tears from both sides.
You can mix brown and hazel
and still get white—
colorless drops
that keep me warm
and remind me I’m still alive.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
when a human
is tied to a cross
to be incinerated,
best to look away
or risk your own immolation
end.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 6:07 AM UTC
O Tecelão de Sonhos
Nas colinas de Asti, o sonho despertou,
Um menino de nove anos o destino avistou.
Num campo de feras que o medo guardava,
A mão da Senhora em mansidão as tornava.
Dom Bosco, operário de nova esperança,
Fizeste do abraço a mais forte aliança.
Entre o salto no ar e a corda estendida,
A alma do jovem era a meta da vida.
Não valem chibatas, nem gritos que ferem,
Pois só no Amor as virtudes florescem.
Razão, Fé e Bondade compasso perfeito,
Fizeram do pátio o pulsar do teu peito.
Ó mestre dos sonhos, profeta do amanhã,
Tua voz ainda ecoa na luz macia e sã.
Em cada oficina, em cada canção,
Bate o ritmo eterno do teu coração.
Mistério sagrado que o tempo não finda:
Onde houver um jovem, tua mão brilha ainda.
Pai de mil filhos, de alma salesiana,
Guia os nossos passos na estrada humana.
Victor Marques
Douro
Portugal
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 8:46 AM UTC
All I C
Is Lines and Losses
Riots and Confusion
Mass Starvation
7 Billion Erased
People Not Money
Sticks an Stones
Fires Beers and Deers
**** Your WiFi
**** Your Phone
**** Your TV
Noone Needs 1
Why You Not Ready
I Just Warned You
Who Makes Your Ammo?
Who's at The OtherEnd
Wake the **** Up
Not Woke
Just
Not Blind
God's Real
Say A Prayer
Get Your *** on Them Fields
People Dying
People Starving
People Blind
May God Rest Our Souls
If it's Hell We Go
I'm Bringing All These People With Me
Rise Up
Ask God Why...
Say...
God
Why Did You Wake Him?
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
2/6/35 4:57pm
“and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.”
<•>
Let X
(mark the spot)
Let X
be what it seems
Let X
be the finale,
the answer it seems
to be,
not the necessary one
you wish it to be,
but what be
seemly
the sense of The End,
the final descent,
the last landing
(or perhaps the first takeoff)
let it be,
be a finale,
Let X
be the finale,
Let Be
the answer it seems to be
let be
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 5:04 PM UTC
THERE IT IS
THERES THE MONSTER
I ALWAYS FEARED WOULD
APPEAR
IT ONLY TOOK HER
THE TRIP TO FLORIDA
SAME WEEKEND
I RENTED A SUITE FOR 2
WAITING FOR YOU
IF I ONLY KNEW
HE WOULD APPEAR
**** I TRUSTED YOU
9 + YRS
WELL GUESS WHAT
KEEP THAT FAT ****
WHOS MARRIED
GO FIGURE
SO SAD
BROKEN BEFORE
ILL BE BROKEN AGAIN
BUT NOT BY YOU
SO PLAY WITH HER
AND ENJOY
OH AND F YOU !!
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••
© Jennifer L DeLong
3/12/2021
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC
(We could break the last straw.
Running through these trap doors.
Baby this the last call.
Going gone, blast off.
We goin hit the roof top, moon walk ...Baby we are N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A)
Don't need no G5 denied.
I might free dive the sky.
Live like I retired tonight.
I got these tigers in my eyes.
I wanna re-re-revive you
re-re-revive you.
re-ig-nite the fuel.
We live our life for two.
We got the nicest moves.
There's no time to lose.
I got my eyes on you.
That's my kind of groove.
(..We could break the last straw.
Running through these trap doors.
Baby this the last call.
Going gone, blast off.
We goin hit the roof top, moon walk ...Baby we are N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A
N.A.S.A
Check my momentum.
We're glowing through the spectrum.
They want the nectar.
Do it until they necks hurt.
All over the map we in a whole different vector.
This the knight life apple of my eye.
Yaa we do it like the templars.
I'm always gone
So I never know wen digo
wen digo
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(..We could break the last straw.
Running through these trap doors.
Baby this the last call.
Going gone, blast off.
We goin hit the roof top, moon walk ...Baby we are N.A.S.A)
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC
No one calls me smart
They all check my grades
Mockery of the success
Shameful of the less
Trophy for being a disappointment
I try my hardest
Just for the attention
The approval
Is what keeps me going
I want an A
But I’m labeled with a B, C, D, or F
The attention is all wrong
The ridicule
Not reward
Nothing feels retained
I want a place to post
To show I’m more
To feel seen and liked
To see mean and nice
To share what I do with a brush
What I can do with facepaint
See others
Share songs
But it's about **** time
That they see it isn't
The showing to others
That ensured my demise
The help they would give me
The eyes and the ears
To feel seen and heard
The spotlight again
It will shine on my face
As if everyone cared
As if I wasn't so scared
And I would feel cured
But the labels I gain
Seem to be retained
Without a constraint
Of worry and pain
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Mental heart at rest,
At rest...
At best,
I must arrest my restless mind to slog through the rest of today.
At Rest.
At rest,
Birds nest of anxieties...
Come to rest.
SILENCE!
insolent mind.
Be, at rest.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
for the ladies who liquid lunch
<>
the finest young women of the wild west,
(the best of course just might be in Texas)
don’t always get educated in the things best,
no private schools, so somethings sometimes,
like the upscale training of the taste buds,
must be learned on the job, training the palate,
by growing up, self+taught, thank god, yes!
<>
your salty taste
reminds me of ruffled potato chips, bugles, beef jerky
and
your very own brand of
loving tears
it’s true you know,
impossible to eat
just one, which is
why my tonguing
of your body parts,
is unceasingly seizing
I will always be found
attached unbreakably,
to your moving image,
moving inside of me
so sweet your salt,
it’s your story,
your flavored lives living on
in poems unnamed, to disguise
but the authorship of whom,
in body, in mind, so obvious,
cause in all your poems is a tangy
salty
impossible to eat just one
****
<>
p.s. you tease me mean,
cowman,
bbq and béarnaise,
sassafras and edible petals,
molasses and kosher salt,
ingredient combination
which of course
you just made up,
so I show my appreciation
biting your arm so my permanent
teeth marks,
will remind me,
and you too,
just how salty
biting Texas heifers who
can or cannot be salt cured
when
it’s their turn to write some
real good tasting
poetry
****
back for more already?
****
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
It's raining again today
Normally
I fall in love
With the rain
But today
Something is off
Something is different
Something is wrong
Something I cannot place
But it is there
And it wants me gone
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Goodbye my love
Melodiously sigh the radiant crimson orange clouds
As their tendrils seem to flicker against
Distant emerald tree limbs
Resting on the darkening jagged hill
The sighing tune fades, yet endlessly repeats
out towards the pale azure horizon
All that is beautiful
Echoes of longing
Needfully resonated in the chambers of two lover's hearts below
Every kiss hello
Prelude on airy strings
To a goodbye
Precious paradox
This fleeting joy
embraces the lovers as vines climbing the grey stone wall
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
Fawning over the fissile festivities,
with which I fake my facile form.
Fatal futility floods my far-flung faith in myself.
Feeding the fires of my forgery,
Frantic forethought,
Fictionalizing the facts before my faithless eyes.
Forclosing upon the fractional freedoms that I've so long fought for.
Fearing the unforgiving firestorm that follows,
Once I've finally exhausted faith in my future.
Fielding my final fight,
Standing fast in the face of futility.
Fit to fly into the fray.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
"Save my problems for later"
I thought to myself
Little did I know that 'later' would come so soon
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
when I see your face
I know you're going to talk
It's so annoying
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
F
Press F to pay respects.
The player caught feelings.
And now he's in a different game.
One with no real prizes,
Not this round anyway.
Racecar or top hat?
He picked his pieces
Landed in jail,
Just to please a woman
Who never had feelings to begin with.
He lost the game
Lost his freedom
Lost his mind
Press F to pay respects.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
My depression get the best of me
Long nights I don’t rest or sleep
Jaw tight as I compress my teeth
Digest the devil pressin me
Repress the stress that rest in me
Death don’t ever pester me
Life brings on all the pressure see
I can’t even measure the little pleasures
why can’t I just Rest In Peace
I strive to never take my life
Hear voices from a gun and knife
Fake light for when my dark nights strike
But **** the light, give me a ladder
I’d rather fight and climb back to the surface
Search through all my pain for purpose
Learn to deal with the hurt and worthless
Help others in similar circumstances
Gives them chances in advance
To never glance on suicidal’s dance
#f ;ghter
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
You get onto my ugly side
Cause in you no one can confide
You full of stories lies and hate
I leave you to your lonely fate
Your a nasty man you has no shame
You walk around and respect your claim
You don't deserve the love your shown
For you my animosity has grown
You act so stupid and naive
While wicked plans you have up your sleeve
You take the whole wide world for a fool
And make plans of deceit so cruel
You have two faces I've seen both
You old man, I truely loathe
You scheam and plan your under hand
Satan is your biggest fan
Never grateful not even thankful
Yet always demanding and a handful
You for ever always playing cry wolf
You think your plans are all foul proof
You go about your nosey days
Always stead fast in your ways
You take and take and never give
Till one day on your own you'll live
You put on such a perfect front
But we see though you, you old runt
You play the part of a perfect been
But your hands are far from clean
You have no shame in wat you do
You don't care who you hurt or *****
Your a back stabbers a two faced scrooge
Your pockets small you ugliness huge
You prance a round so cunnng and free
While in your eye an evil glee
But time is cruel and the wicked always fall
So while you can keep walking tall
You make your plans in quite places
Thinking that you leave no traces
But things have the strangest ways
Of ******** up your happy days
You decide and want it all your way
You think this game for ever you'll play
When it turns out not wat you want
Then you put on this im so sorry front
You demand and order and manipulate
Lets watch you fall to your nasty fate
It's always your way and wat you want
Your under handed nasty and blunt
I watch how others try so hard
Yet you play the cruelest dirtiest card
You tear down people and make them small
To make your self seem up right and tall
Ive never seen one quiet like you
Connive and manipulate like you do
You don't care who you break to get there
Who's heart you trod on break or tear
Theres always something new with you
You just want and others must always do
You know no thank you or even please
The things you steal you think no one see
Look around you know one cares
So throw a fuss let your anger flare
You keep hurting the ones I love
There pain fits you like a glove
I ain't gonna sit back no more
And watch how you make others sore
Cause two you see can play your game
And trust me I don't feel much shame
You are walking down a lonely street
Cause everyone you have to cheat
You like a bleeder and a drainer
To your love ones you are but a stranger
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC