#homophones
And so, it seems like an additional day
you’re back counting on misfortunes,
As when they named you spoiled,
that always made you feel so less important,
A foreigner everywhere in gatherings;
as your spoken words, feel imported,
You’ve felt like fallen wine, as all your
maturity blemished the floors—
A child grounded, by your countless flaws.
Dreadfully ascending out of your many
troubles, but you slip up on life’s stairs,
As all of those hypothetical elevating eyes;
sometimes bring you down, with people’s
awkward stares.
You’ve done your best, while
pretending like you never tire,
But sometimes you lose the grip to
that drive, like a worn-down tyre,
Still, you have to wear a heroic smile
as a part of your attire;
—and between having a part of will to
do any well, the world spins the notion
of it not being so, like a tyre.
You’re covering up a wave of hidden
emotions, in a couple ***** durags,
Articulating them, always feels too late,
—a poor clothing of words; in these due rags.
In truth, you feel like words
that sound the same, but with
two different meanings,
Your life is just this relentless,
finding out one remarkable meaning,
As your purpose is what you’ll look out
yourself..._no I mean, In._
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 3:14 AM UTC
being with you always felt right.
now that you’re gone, all I do is write.
the place in my heart that made me feel whole
is now replaced with an unbearable, gut-wrenching hole.
our love that once left me feeling sky high,
replaced with anxiety at the thought of saying “hi.”
yet, the vast desire remains to be within your presence.
i’m still sorry about your birthday presents.
time spent with you was the highlight of my week;
the current lack there of makes my heart grow weak.
your intensity left me teetering on my heels.
oh, in due time I hope this heals.
i’d preach to the world how much i loved you aloud,
at this point, is it even allowed?
“you’re Benny’s girl!” was my favorite compliment,
you, truly you, were my greatest complement.
we were Romeo and Juliet, our perfect allusion,
therefore the idea of lasting was simply an illusion.
it was fun, it was new;
if only we knew.
when i was yours and you were here,
i'd avoid the warnings i didn’t want to hear.
the signs were there, yet i would think “no,”
because at the time i didn’t know.
we couldn’t quite hit the brake,
consequently causing us to break.
our love was karmic, one big lesson.
i’m hoping in time the pain will lessen.
there was a time i thought the world was ours,
if only i knew that day would be our last hours.
as i write this, and time has passed;
all i have left of you is memories of the past.
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 2:07 AM UTC
see the mirror mirror the sea
thyme scents sense time
me and you sleeping sleep in you and me
waves disquiet these quiet ways
and continents wear down down where continents end
barques dock while wild dogs bark
at oars or at
noon
redcurrants, sand beaches, beeches and recurrence
our morning mourning hour
terns whirled there / their world turns
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
Touch and wither
Your presence bitter
Nothing said yet
Nothing spoken changed.
Beauty once loved
Beauty now tainted
Warmth once thoughtless
Warmth now questionable.
Life is given
Life isn't free
Existence is given
Will isn't free
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
To My Dear
Once more
I speak from no blind
Without arms
Without an edge
I wish all the while
The well was face to phase
You were once in the hunt
Yet it wasn't your scent I was after
It was your fallen words
Feelings
Like leaves that still a windy day
I remember that night
You hosted and hoisted my delusions
Pried my pride
With your rules and my rues
Shall a man be so shell shocked
At you
At the chill in the air
The wave of a pointed hand
The weave of lost tapestry
Unfinished
I often think back
At my metamorphosis
I was once told
Your dialogue
My dying on a log
Like tomorrows frog
To take upon a pond
And to jump into it
Logan Robertson
6/24/2019
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
She smiles when he whispers "girl you are my Peace.
She never thinks to question it
because it make her feel accomplished.
She brags about this man like a mother
doting over her newborn baby.
Little did she know, she was just his Piece of ***
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
The Belle Rang His Bell
night sweets for knight tiptoeing into her suite
his horse's beat, turning her hoarse red as a beet
please my boughs, she pleas then bows
he rode the road, horse's rose to red rows
as waves mete, cries of more amore for their meet
Logan Robertson
5/18/17
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
The throbbing, consuming see
Filling and emptying, bear.
Rushing-- riptide -- ravaging, flea!
It does not dry,
It does not sate,
It serves not to berate
The pushing, pressuring sea
Cleaning and dirtying, bare.
Calming. Candor. Caressing, Be.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
The day that I might you
I caught a ferry
On the final day
Of February.
I moved along
Whistling, unwary
'Til you came across
Turned my cheeks red as cherries.
You moved as if floating
Light and airy
Skin glowing like the moon
Pale as dairy
Perfect pink lips
Sweet as a berry
I knew my heart would break
Were I to simply tarry.
So I asked you your name
As I felt was necessary
Then asked for a date
To which you agreed, merry.
And so we fell in love
Hearts fluttering like fairies
But permanence, we never spoke of
For, as you know
Results may vary.
That all changed the night
You opened a bottle of sherry
And asked, so matter-of-fact
If we might ever marry.
I felt myself turn pale
As the thought was scary.
I'm much too young to make a promise
I must keep 'til I'm buried!
Alas, I wound up here
Looking down the aisle, wary
While your relatives glow
Like the ****** Mary.
Today begins forever.
Are my feet cold?
Very!
But, when loving someone like you
These things might be necessary.
So I await the go-ahead
From good Preacher Jerry
Before I kiss those lips
Still as sweet as berries.
You may be thinking
I've gotten myself into a situation, quite hairy
But love itself is a risk
And after all
Results may vary.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
i collect stamps
not the mail kind
not the male kind
not the may hill kind
not the mayo ill kind
not the may hue kind
not the maim yew kind
not the mwaya view kind
not the mwayam myeil kind
not the amaway yilovski kind
not the mynsigwi malomisten kind
snot snee smail skind
rot tree trail rind
trotsky braille grind
hot bree hail's tine
kind
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mail
mali
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
I have two persona with very different duality,
I have too extreme of a personality,
And I have a hard time expressing myself to your factuality.
Only veiled my discreet personal past with thin layers of exclamation,
To diverge, veer, or in discrete my own expression.
To die within my own words to save my honor,
Or to stay translucent to dye my tongue in fake color.
For I have failed myself in becoming true to my belief,
For eye to eye I can't seem to meet any sort of relief,
Are these my real eyes point of view,
Or have I realized I been dreaming of you,
Or were they simply all real lies of my personal skew?
This desire to raise your understanding,
But your voice raze my defense to oblivion,
And heavenly rays depart like the moons with wolf howl with your gaze!
Was there nothing of me that sparkled to your kindred spirit,
Was I that loathing of your presence to lose your smile?
No matter as past are like the whim of a sail,
I Know that happiness has no sale.
Believe me when I say I want you to be happy,
But my hunger to eat this precious apple pie will hurt me more,
Much more than my desire to be fit like those men in commercials.
Sorry possibly good looking ads,
But I must cheat on you for good!
Those eight pies, I ate them with pride and prejudice!
For my temptation was hubris!
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
I'm the prophet in my life
Nothing in my wallet
The only paper that I make
Hold the words of a sonnet
Nothing left but sense
Just the change in my pocket
Safe near my heart
Without a way to lock it
Yeah My style is poor
So who's gonna rob it
When these words
Are all I own
When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Yeah Change is all I need
I don't buy things on credit
I won't make that promise
My truth is my proof
I'm just trying to be honest
Flying high on life
Blazing tales like comets
You'll never be low
When life has you high on it
My style is poor
But I'm gonna rocket
Cuz the sky is where I fly
When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC