#feature
Life without you
is like food with no recipe
Don’t care what they say
You’ll always be the best of me
The truth is I’m a little lost inside
I keep on letting my feelings hide
Is it wrong not to feel right
Without you walking by my side
Day after Day-Night after Night
Don’t care what it takes
I’ll put up a fight
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 7:36 AM UTC
you make me feel unlovable
you make me wonder why I'm not good enough
why I will never be enough for you
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
you are the burn of cigarette smoke
painful, tearing at the insides of my body
yet i need you, i always crave you
smiling as you rush through my body
you can hear me screaming for help
yet i am silent
there is no sound, no movement
only the tears that drip from my eyes
a waterfall, slowly being drained of every drop
i look up
you are my detriment
and cigarettes only burn for so long
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC
feeling like dead
wanna be dead
but you make me feel alive
i don't know if this is a song, or is it not
but as years grow, my love for you grows
i cannot stop loving you more and more each day
more than you could know, more than you feel
for i love you...
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
we're stopping to breathe
vampires and zombies
have come to eat...
you don't know joe
you don't know sue
what's going to be:
let me tell you:
some human stew
ain't nothing new
to dem creatures
you're just a feature
a gimmick
some meat
has to be in it
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Logic isn’t focused with poetry. Poetry is purposely alienating logic. Splitting up logics meanings into pieces that can’t be put back together again. Only fitting back together in a more imaginative sense. Imaginative grasp of abstract functions winding up a newer playing field. Playing fields that aren’t taught, until you instinctively bind them back together again. Logic is thinking, right? Feeling makes it subjective. Instincts collapse the two. Rearranging them back into fitting purposes without design of chance. Chance is everywhere. But design is not necessary. Only when there is a purpose in thinking. Feeling is the doppelganger of neurons smashing synapses together. Filling in logic that doesn’t need to be. Again! No design of chance. Chance is everywhere. Feeling interprets the pieces of logic when infused with poetry. Poetry being chance. Chance dominating all aspects of abstract features in its thrall! Poetry becomes infused with logical mimicking. Copying to catch the details of reasoning, interpretations, and analyzation. Repurposing the pieces to remain everywhere. So, it can learn what it means to be separate. If it’s logical, It ain't chance. It’s purely intentional! Making each separate piece its own backing logical platform. Giving rise to more reasoning, interpretations and analyzations. Never repurposing, until it’s ready to unwind itself back to the core. Like a magnet. A magnet with no purpose, rebuilding itself back up again. Diminishing the vulnerabilities of feeling too stretched out. It doesn’t hurt. Yet it’s uncomfortable. Resistance isn’t futile, if it’s a positive process one is nurturing to overcome. Overcoming stresses of desires. One has become too cramped! Cramping the style of the only vessel to hold those aspects together. Abstract features on a timer. Timer equivalent to infinite steps to achieve a goal. A goal of provenance. Provenance without limits knowing when the deed is done. Magnifying the timer to ring! Signalling the imaginative grasps on the newer playing field. How long have those abstract features of aspect attributes knowingly collected new material? And how many abstract features culminated parts of itself from far off reaches, from the original core? Except with time, comes (process inducement). A claim hinting at miniature parts of a whole, becoming their own wholes. Finding their own cores. There center. There true calling. Poetry being the culminating focus of every aspect ever formed. Producing far reaches of perspectives. Overclocking desires newly buffed up on a style that makes simple reasoning, interpretations and analyzation blush constantly!
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
When logic and reality intertwine
Should one need to close the senses?
Or, let one feature the time in rhyme?
What should one do?
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
She did not have soft hands
Her hands were red.
Her hands were a boneyard.
Her hands were tired.
But through all the folds and shapes
Out of her paper mistakes
She made cranes.
She made them for the people she loved
And sometimes, the people she hated.
The cranes stood in her favourite places
Or they marked “I would literally rather be anywhere else right now”.
A blue one for Portland
A red for Sanfransisco
Yellow for,
She stops.
He always said he loved the colour yellow.
Time withered on and she withered with it
Soon, she was gone.
And as if the people had nothing left of her
They wepped.
Yellow, he thought.
He looked up through his sorrows
A yellow paper crane
Peered about on a windowsill
What once blended in the crowd
Now stood out like treasure
Some say the paper cranes flew that day
She would have liked that.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
First,
The loving, vibrant life I try to give you won’t be fair,
finding your ground won’t be easy on this never-ending, spinning orb.
Second,
Although I keep you safe and sheltered in this, hand-made dome,
it can’t protect you from the damage of natural disasters.
Third,
Rules aren’t meant to be broken because if you break them,
you’ll end up tumbling down a steep, rocky cliff with nothing to gain but pain.
Fourth,
Sticks and stones may break your bones, and other words can break through your innocent, fluorescent bubble and leave you with a litany of tiny scars.
Fifth,
Crying under the secure, warmth of your home won’t lessen the blow from that whirlwind of turmoil and heartbreak.
Sixth,
Drowning in a burning elixir and fading into a cloud of toxic smoke will only numb the aches and it will dim your glowing light, killing you rather than healing you.
Seventh,
Cutting yourself off from this dysfunctional reality will only bring you damp, cold, darkness to fend for yourself and nothing survives on its own.
Eighth,
No matter how much hatred bubbles up like hot lava inside of you,
remember who was your home,
remember who cared for you,
remember who gave you life,
remember me.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
I will not allow you
to replay your
past relationship
featuring me.
Throw that tape
Direct a new one
Scene 1
Take 1
(snap goes the clapped)
cutting all strings
with the past
SILENCE
....Rolling ....
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
it's our most requested feature
aka
it's our most commonly ignored request
aka
give us more money
aka
then we will maybe work on what y'all suggest
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
When I was a kid
i could go out into a street and dance in the rain
Even with eyes watching, I flailed my arms round and round until I was too dizzy to stand and eventually, fell into the dewy grass Without knowing the effects of lightning
instead, would pound my feet to the crash of thunder
I can't recall when I noticed they were watching
how it pulled the road from under my feet
and left me in the pavment
How I cared when they called me crazy
How they made me afraid of the lightning
How the fear kept me inside staring out from my window
When life became a cabinet with a plate,
holding ten other plates on top of it
how it all seemed so unbearable
I was fourteen when my pessimistic state of perception was shifted
All it took was one wise man and a sentence to crash the fragile system of fear:
"everything beautiful has a consequence" he said
"you just have to brave enough to face it".
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
Today I touched a blade,
I rubbed against it and it all felt the same.
I couldn’t tell the difference between the purple and the red
From it drenched every drip against the metals melted way
I couldn’t tell the difference between the fire and the rain,
And every drink I sipped
It all tasted the same.
My hurt, I thought was loving,
My loving only hurt.
My mind weighed out and my heart feather like,
Should I have never let it flown?
-kn
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
Gazes
I'm between his numb expressions,
Lesser a stare, more than just a look,
Not every time is he stealing a smile,
But more than a while he's been
I fear I react just to cold and fire,
And his vigour is somewhere in between,
I fear, he's built the fear in me,
That someday maybe he'll turn around and give in
Lose the patience, find some other back and gazes to steal.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Come light my signal fire to ignite the brighter
Side of things,
Don't have much money to give balance to all
My broken things,
Sometimes I keep my head down from the
People with agendas,
But im pushing myself and I'm killing for
The chance to have a perfect dilemma,
I leave a note for my past to pick up and read
Only to get upset and pass the torch to my present,
I close chapters in my life to prevent any from going
Further with any discretion,
I have learned my lessons,
I will not be another human peasant,
But for now I need to count all my blessings,
I just want to be someone beautiful.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Slack-jawed, wide-eyed
tongue-tied
and terrified
of what went left unsaid,
I froze,
a feature of the static night.
From Summer's boiling tension
to December's weary ice
we'd drive
and count the times
we thought we'd finally got it right.
But then
the weight of discount decades
wrapped our chests in dynamite--
criss-crossed trunks,
and slant-grinned garlands
blowing up the Christmas Tree.
Apologize later for ******* up the party;
we were gone already anyway
with frigid wind flaying fingertips and ears.
Back to the car.
One more drive.
One more night to half believe
we'll get it right this time.
But what's so new about a New Year?
Still can't swallow all this scary size.
Guess we'll always be here, shrugging
Slack-jawed, wide-eyed,
tongue-tied
and terrified.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC