#forwards
modern is determined
by the ability to look backwards and forwards at the same time
but write it now!
this day, this epoch, this moment,
these few heartbeats expiring
get thee to a nunnery,
a park, a silent room
with soothing hardest rock
blaring
now,
be. a. moderne.
after the silence of composition,
make much noise,
albeit with
a minor modicum of decorous
modern aw shucks modesty
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Read it forwards but it's all the same.
Read it backwards, give it a name,
Just go away.
They don't want to stay,
How could you believe they care?
Don't think that life is fair,
I'm tired of living in the past.
Turn the time, make life last
This isn't goodbye, I wish it was.
I want to be floating in the stars,
But life tends to be mean.
I want desperately to be seen.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
don’t get caught standing
you’ll fall backwards or forwards-
Ambien’s effect
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Welcomed by Mother's well-meaning embrace
Touch tender as a trap could be
How could my poor mother know?
The path laid for her precious baby?
Naivety must have rendered her blind
To awful truths of this life
Pain is inevitable for everyone
No one escapes sorrow and strife
A happy bubble flourished years I was small
Raised a sweet girl who made her proud
Four members of a perfect family
Tucked in each night warm, safe, and sound.
Had riches beyond measure when I was young
I treated it like dirt
Ungrateful for blessings owned
I'd never experienced hurt
Time unwillungly thrusted me forwards
Stole innocent hours one by one
After that problems rushed swiftly in
Unappreciated happiness forever done
Heartbroken heaviness settled in my bones
Weight growing larger still as days go by
If mom had paused to really think her decision through
Would she have chosen to birth a daughter who would rather die?
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
You know
It’s like a feat
It never stops or misses a beat
It’s like a feat
It’s like a dream
It takes you down an imaginative stream
It’s like a change
It surprises on what’ll be an exchange
It’s like a nightmare
It gives out a sickly red herring glare
It’s like a fall
It rushes out to a crying yet crackling call
It’s like a feat
It stops or throws out a defeat
It’s like a feat
You know
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
I hate life,
The major lie that I'm dealing with now is,
That everything is fine,
Soon I began to realize,
Everything is falling apart,
And the following is not the truth:
I love life.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
These days are always chilly,
My temple is shivering frivolously,
These days are going so fast,
But maybe it’s because I’m stuck in the past.
Those days were filled with a smile,
But my brain puts those memories in a file,
Because nowadays,
I’m stuck in denial.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
world is demanding a never ending place were onward we must go
take no second thought onwards we must go
you are sweating ageing your back breaking but..onwards we must go
and for those who stop to think in this constant spinning circle
shall be flung aside forgotten.. onwards we must go
to the world you are just one of seven billion other men onward they will go
you are already a slave to this earth because onwards you must go
the world will always move onwards
with or without you
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
I am ready to leave,
this nest of
m&s duvet covers,
The smell of pasta,
Fresh linen,
Striped carpet,
Laughter,
And candlewax.
This nest has kept me in its
Clutches.
Safe, warm
Like coffee in cold hands,
Surrounded by the scent of home
For 18 years.
Finally this bird
has fully extended wings
and
will fly
Onwards.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
We are heading toward the unknown morning,
ready to face with the heavy light of the world
only this livid silence embraces us now,
yet still, I do not fear to take one step forward
for I know there's no future forsaken
for I know I am going to happen by you.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
When all that you do is made out to be wrong,
and there is nothing more to try.
It can feel like your words have been muted,
no matter how loud you cry.
When a person will not hear what is to be heard,
and only registers the opinions in their own mind.
Your life becomes a lonely place to be in,
No escape or release to help you unwind.
The weight you carry, starts to make you drag you feet in the dust,
Scrapping the dirt and picking up the grime,
Of bitterness, resentment and discust.
Your ***** and dusty path will take you no-where,
So you must always pick up your feet,
Change the direction to the scenic route,
and smile to all you great.
So although there is that one person,
Who choses to knock you back.
Remember you can take the higher ground,
and find the more sunlite track.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
Wind
Swells in the sea and
Sky,
Darkening;
My little boat
fares on,
Waiting
For the
World to
Calm.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
You can say im dead inside,
Im just sick of having **** to hide
I don't have to lie any more you know,
Without the hate i have a chance to grow,
Where hate was once a flood, purging the land,
Now its just water falling through my hands
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
So what is time?
your concept not mine
Meaningless years,
slingshot round the sun
fade, and disappear...
Arbitrate me,
with former days of ****
drunken on this power
it beggars my belief.
We could leap off a cliff,
you could fly with me,
through this moment, our Eternity.
And lose nothing.
So what is time?
When You've always been right here?
On your face,
it looks more like fear.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:37 AM UTC
There's no thrill in a roller coaster that only goes up.
A constant fear of falling is all we breed.
Why place ourselves somewhere we could get hurt?
Because we need the downhills.
Without them,
We have nothing accelerating us forwards.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
I look forward into the great expanse, and
I see nothing. It is dry and it is arid and nothing
grows, not the toughest of weeds. I walk and
I hear nothing. Only the echoing solitary footsteps I
force onwards. Ghosts and tears have fallen long ago.
All options blur into one: a steamed mirror;
a compass that cannot decide which way is North. So
onwards and forwards into the plane, though blinded and
fearful. For there must be something out there,
something for me.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC