#got
Cracks are where the light comes through,
broken pieces can make something new...
You don't have to vanish to be safe,
or fade like a phantom without a trace.
Like the crushed petals that make the scent,
you are whole, even where bent.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
I sang my blues as a man in my fifties, that's over now.
We settle down,
feelin' who knows, maybe
just this time of year, but slow, you do, slow, you know,
fastest times and lastest times and bestest times
you know, you
never taste the best of next,
you just gotta remember, once
you bet your own life there was something better,
and you won,
fell in a puddle of peace past asking why,
just note how some things happen just in time,
and happen there each time, waxing moon hand
and waning moon hand, clap.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
One may have to sacrifice a lot just to gain only little
and what this will demand would be a big committal.
But when one sacrifices a little and happens to gain a lot
it could be a very fortunate life which that person has got.
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC
I’m completely fine,
because when I said that I was not,
they responded with,
"You can’t be sad, just look at what you’ve got."
All they did was doubt,
they said,
"You don’t have anything to be sad about."
they said,
"Just look at all the friends you have,
and family around."
that only made me sadder;
do I need a reason to break down?
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
Fresh from Elementary classes
in the Urban Ghetto Comprehensives
the zero minded ragamuffins and one parent urchins
stuttered they were playing mind games and NLP manipulations
I asked the pathetic witless simpletons to explain all about it to me
" that's silly "
they replied,
"how are we supposed to know, when we have no minds of our own
we just do as they tell us,
we are never taught to use our minds
just another brick in the wall....."
That's the way its always been......!!!
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
According to a new
Conspiracy theory,
The last season of
Game of Thrones
Never happened.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Thrice fold bent,
one arrow gleaming-
from which we are sent
all is one
or at least seeming.
God must be asleep,
yes, dreaming.
Side road tent,
plastic tarp teeming-
Come one come all!
Torii gate beaming~
Some rise some fall,
Krishna consciousness streaming-
Ten Thousand beings enthralled,
now just for the meaning...
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
He was pressing
Ctrl+Left arrow,
I kept pressing
Ctrl+Right arrow.
We kept TAB(ing)
through those keys
which never got
us closer.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
Broken knuckles on my left hand
and spotty bruises on my right,
I left my brain on the coat stand
night after night.
And I was tongue tied with flushed cheeks
thank god for the absence of light,
and in the patterns of your tear streaks
you stamped my name so I’d be sure to catch sight.
Lying on damp grass that still died,
perched on top; we are the dew.
To resuscitate all life we helplessly tried,
but there wasn’t a single chance, it’s sad but it’s true.
Let go of the character
and slide back to the dancing shadows.
I fought tooth and nail to take care of her,
and still it’s I they trot to the gallows.
I’m clearly not MCauly Caulkin,
but I’ve been left stranded home alone.
No silly robbers are going to walk in,
instead it’s the absence that breaks each bone.
The stars are currently spelling out my regrets
and that is the real reason they are infinite and endless.
Whether lost lives, loves, chances, friends or bets,
I’ve got strong arms and even I’m not sure I could mend this.
You can pick up a brick and throw it through a glass pane,
or you can look for others to make a home.
I’ve been stacking my share without a thought in my brain,
I crave some structure but trapped myself in the dome.
I carelessly ripped out every seam and stitching,
I was assigned batting position but I’ve been aimlessly pitching.
My mind is racing and my hands are twitching,
my emotions are pacing but my pen’s tired of my ********
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
The one who can **** you
by simply disappearing,
is without a doubt,
the one who can save you
by simply existing.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Cover my face
to converse with the heavens
a fall from such grace
should deserve some attention
some way to replace
broken light I was given
as the words taking shape
paint dishonourable mention
hard taught ways
the fall is the lesson
just another case of
divine intervention
a pool of disgrace
it's my purest reflection
a shower of silence
is all I was left with
Cover my face
this rain's getting heavy
as the rising tide
slowly breaches the levee
I'm caught in a place
where the ground is unsteady
so out of place
a landfill teddy
I lost all my faith
round nineteen or twenty
well, what I had left
it was far from plenty
god never showed face
sent angels to end me
if he wants me erased
he could have just sent me
Cover my face
the angels have left me
gone are the days
of feeling bereft
see, all that remains
are shadows that tempt me
one of these days
the dark will come get me
why should I stay
for one who rejects me
fills me half way
just to leave me half empty
questions the stray
he'd know if he met me
he led me this way
down paths tread with fell feet
Cover my face
rip it up gently
every night when I prayed
he would listen intently
as I counted the ways
the good lord detests me
it was on those days
he saw fit to bless me
the one and only
who didn't forget me
showed many faces
but not one upset me
showed me the steps
gave me identity
dance the devil's way
cause we're the same entity
Uncover my face
to write on the wall
brush off the last trace
of dust from the fall
when push comes to shove
he's inside us all
and that one up above
just won't do at all
he handed me this pen
at the edge of a blade
gave me first cause
to put words on the page
the tempest calls
to lift me away
a siren's song
I'm going all the way
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
I didn't want to let go...
of all of our memories
of the long lost nights talking
of the dreams we'd share to one another
of the interest that was once mutual.
I didn't want it to change...
at least not into this
i liked you so much
i couldn't tell you what this feeling is.
But you let me go, and I fell on your shallow ground...
i wasn't the prettiest, so you didn't want me
i wasn't the funniest, not entertaining
i'm not the most colorful, so you didn't see me
but you used to...what happened?
Yet, after I told you that I couldn't watch you disappear...
and although you didn't seem to care
somehow, i felt relieved.
Because it wasn't you that I was going to lose...
but just another part of me.
i saved my self, and i got away.
i truly cared for you
after all the things telling me not to...
and you let me get away.
thank you
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
I will never obtain my everything
as I fail to hold onto something.
Anything?
Nothing.
Remember that old song
“One is the loneliest number?”
That’s inaccurate;
zero suffers the most.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
When I was young I remember
forever being distraught
and oh so sickeningly devoted
to a new girl every year or two.
I remember believing myself
better off dead than living
in the shadow of another.
It bothered me, and broke me,
that I was never a priority
or first pick for any of the girls
I believed myself to love.
In all reality, I did not even know,
truly know, what love was.
I see now it was infatuation.
For in youth love is a pretty face,
a decent personality,
and shared laughs.
Sometimes not even all three.
Now I know love does not
have requirements,
or tiny boxes to check off for standards.
No, love is an unexplainable,
completely enveloping,
unbreakable connection and completion
that you only know when you know.
You can’t ignore it, and you can’t **** it,
God knows I have tried in every way imaginable.
But not anymore.
For while I may write, and feel,
and break apart often,
about how badly it can hurt
to love someone so much it physically pains you
and not have that solidified....
I am thankful.
It’s very easy to tell someone
“all I want is for you to be happy.”
But it is incredibly hard to mean it
when you aren’t that source.
But when I said it to you the first time,
the words rolled off my tongue
so easily, and so genuinely,
it surprised me when I thought
I could never be surprised again.
Love is finding a smile
when you have barely even glimpsed happiness, let alone taste it,
because you know a part of her is happy.
Love is stabbing yourself,
and burning yourself,
every single day and ignoring it,
to offer your hand out to her
when she needs help up.
It’s living with the knowledge
that you will never taste her lips again, or feel the warmth and comfort of her arms around you,
sufficing for dreams at best,
and finding a way to be content
to just know she exists,
and she’s safe.
My mother thanked me before she died, not for us loving her, which we did,
but for being alive and letting her experience loving us.
I always thought I knew what she meant,
but sometimes I believe myself wiser than I truly am.
But I know now, for there is nothing better
than loving someone with every inch of you, past, present and future,
and not expecting the same in return.
Love is meant to be selfless,
and I thank you for letting me feel that.
Now when I die, I know I will leave with a faint smile,
and I will give my last thought to you.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
Aw yeah, I fancy her, she's fancy, man
I'd love to get them fancy pants
on the floor like a fancy dance
the Spanish ones about lust and romance
I haven't got a chance
feeling chancey man
She's looking over, getting glancey, man
raised the ante up, I'm real antsy, man
She put me in a trance, real trancey, man
I can hardly stand up, need a stand-in, man
can't hardly talk, and she's chatty, man
telling me about her long term plans
all I want is to feel her arms
wrapped round me like an army of plants
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
There is an orange glow to the morning clouds
This is the dawn of your next day
Got plans?
Brown Hill - 2019 # 168
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC