#itsme
The young me
with my old friend
looking at far away
to see the new trend
Hope is i can look for
with a more close look
eyes on my goal
waiting for my new chapter in my book
I and my friend are happy with each other
can sense the whole world
just by sitting together
Smile and i feel happy
at least we are with each other in a this world which is so shady
An era of adventure is about to begin
we are ready to have some thrill and fun
wait world! here we come!
to show you the side that can make you shun!
We arent naughty just being ourselves
this is us and proud of being with my self
no fakeness and nothing to hide
Get along with us on this fun filled ride!
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
poetry
is emotion.
its just
a sputtering stream of how our mouths process it.
sometimes
its little drips
of crimson blood,
drawing lines from our lips to our hearts.
others,
its a projectile scream;
something we can stop or close our mouths to.
it affects other people,
splatters of my blood on her shirt
or
my scream shattering her eardrums
but
now she has crimson to spill
and it trickles down her lips.
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
i am me.
all i am,
all i aim to be
is me.
why does me
make
you
uncomfortable?
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
your feelings
are the only
important
factor in
your identity
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
two children,
rocking back and forth
on creaking wooden swings
aged with time
the sky dark, casting a blue-grey filter over the world
a little blue skirt swings with the inertia
a teddy in the small pale hand
"are you like me"
patent leather shoes scrape the wet mulch beneath the swing
"that depends, how do you play"
"i play with minds, i show them things only i can see"
"well, when i play, they feel things they dont know how to feel"
"so you are like me"
"i guess... do they take you to big people in white coats"
"yes... do they try to make you blind like them"
"yes... i tried to introduce them to my friends, but they couldn't see them"
"i can help you"
"okay"
"wanna work together, to show them"
"yes, that would be fun"
**
one thing you didnt notice
the teddy has no head
how innocent
how sweet
**
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
can i introduce
your windpipe
to my gold fork
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
take your fingers
and run them through my brain
pull out a strand
try not to get your beautiful skin
caught of the knives of the past
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
you're in my way
now you're on the ground
what happened to you
there's blood in your mouth
there's blood on my hand
shiny, metallic, sweet
can i taste it
are you scared
i am
i don't know why
i guess i'll keep walking
over your face
****** footprint on your cheek
i'm sorry
(no i'm not)
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
pitter-patter on my head
turning my face to the heavens
acid burning a line of tears
thunder-beating of my heart; heavy and rhythmic
lightning-spark of my breath; sharp and bright
dark cloud, large and menacing
hanging just above my head
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
so sweet
the honey in my tea
the sun's ****** light
the regular bedhead, beautifully you
so spontaneous
dancing in the rain
busting in song
kissing at brunch
so independent
determined to open the pickle jar
(i can't do it either)
instead we have popcorn, so off topic
hey there, love
i wrote this just for you
do you know who you are
'cause i don't have a clue
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
you belong to someone else;
no
you belong to yourself
but
you love someone else
can
i steal you away
and
hide you in my heart
i
could give you thousands of reasons
being
with me would be better than with any guy
let
me love you
let
me steal you away
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
hey,
i was wondering
if you can hear me
its likely you can,
you just dont care for the drone of my voice
or maybe you cant
and i dont exist
just a speck
forever floating
hey,
youre beautiful
even if you cant hear me
even if you just dont care
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
Because I could not tell for Annie,
it did kindly tell for me.
Annie, Annie, every where,
Yet not a drop to tell.
How happy is the West Side Story, American Anita!
Anti Anita.
Does the anti Anita make you shiver?
does it?
How happy is the three fundamental truths Angie!
Does the Angie make you shiver?
does it?
When I think of the brilliant Becky, I see a common O.W.L..
Whoo!
Why is it so fuzzy?
Like an a friend's friend, the Annie likes to tell.
Annie, Annie, every where,
Yet not a drop to tell.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
There are times when quintessential things fall apart.
So, we dream of a brand new start,
something that happens in the dark.
Can we help one another in the beginning?
Get the newspapers to help with the printing,
the public showing of this movement to stop "winning".
Stop trying to one up another,
Rise up, help the cause, dear brother.
Start up the band and sing along, something we can rediscover.
So, can we all raise a glass to the unPerfect days,
we all crowd together, the feeling a newly welcome glaze.
Together we dance, completely in sync, a repraisal ballet.
Don't forget our times, but the grown-ups always do.
All movement is movement, this was a breakthrough.
Keep it alive, even undercover, but I must bid you adieu.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
always on my mind
trying to find some perfect thing to do to u
smiling on the outside, dying on the inside
could i want to **** u and kiss u at the same time?
***
yes, i think its possible, love
can i call u that, is that okay
*
give me a sign, can i love u
is that allowed
is it?
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
you crawl inside my veins,
clog my circulation,
stop my heart
you cuddle inside my bones,
rattling the mirth of me,
stopping me in my tracks
you sneak inside my mind,
clouding my every waking moment,
stealing my brain cell (one at a time
with every side glance in my direction)
you steal inside my ear,
your voice a whisper across the room,
your sound resting on my shoulder
you sit upon my lips,
dangling your legs from my tongue,
your name choking me every time I see you
you curl up between my legs,
your voice, seductive to your significant other
bothers me so
you scratch beneath my skin,
always a need at the back of my neck,
forever pulling me in while pushing away
you cloud my subconscious,
so every time I drink, somehow
your my designated driver
let me poke your heart,
as you stab mine, shredding it to bits
just so you might see me
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
Darling, baby, corazon
Dear, sweetheart, sugar,
Honestly, never your name.
Honey, pet, cinnamon
Carino, mon chou, bunny.
For the day I call you by your name,
Cuddlebear, goddess, pearl
Star, treasure, microbe
Is the day I'm on one knee, love.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
Takes time, not effort
but, I procrastinate, love
to pause my problems
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
i fear the dark,
i fear the light.
i fear the shadows and the monsters who take refuge in my mind.
i fear the eternal silence,
i fear the bloodcurdling screams of the voices who are never given a microphone.
but most of all,
above any fear i have ever felt,
i fear being stuck, i fear failure.
i fear i will never get anywhere with my limited abilities.
i fear falling down,
down,
down,
down
to my own personalized hell where endless,
crippling failure is
inevitable.
for once
just once
can i play the game
and win?
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
When we were younger,
you wished to be a pirate.
You wished to pillage and plunder, brother mine.
But, of such times, you forget.
And I helped you to forget.
Rid your intensely intelligent mind
Of rotting things.
Now, you help people.
But, not to help them,
To keep yourself from becoming too bored.
I wonder, brother dear, if you were a pirate,
Would you become bored of the sea,
Bored of the pillaging and plundering?
Would you wish to come home?
Or would you continue searching for something,
Forever upon those waters of endless boredom,
Forever the bored pirate, dear brother?
Would you?
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
millions of pieces, can you find them all
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
The simple things in life, flowers, kisses on children's noses;
Everyone says, "stop and smell the roses".
I prefer a lilac, a sweet, soft aroma;
The color of the wax insignia on my high school diploma.
Or maybe a honeysuckle, sweeter than day.
Singing songs on stage, a heart meant for Broadway.
Then, possibly a gardenia, a white multi-petal;
Floral smell, like jasmine tea in a copper kettle.
But never a rose, the smell sharp and acrid;
Red, pink or white, all color refracted.
So, can I stop and watch the sunset, slow into the night,
Instead of pricking my fingers, Mr. Fahrenheit?
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
look for the bare necessities
the simple bare necessities
remind me of my worries with that knife
i mean that tongue that rests at ease
the color out of life, you squeeze
leaving just the bare necessities of life
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
there are days
when i wish
Nagini would just
swallow me whole
so that i
could prove to
the world that
i could escape
b e c a u s e
Rikki Tikki Tavi
isn't on my side
i would slit
the beast from
the inside and
emerge dripping with
serpent saliva (ew)
"Hey, whats for dinner?"
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC