#kurt
Like a magazine
locked and caged,
in between
sweaty hands
cast away the shells,
cartridges,
the bullets and me
tell it all away
it's just a dream,
just a dream
and hope you're still awake
when the shooting ends.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
How ridiculous it is
to think me and you
there was never a reason to be true
where did everything end up
im outside and youre blue
i paint portraits and poems
he wouldn't like this. god. cobain.
jack **** is what i got
some compliments that didnt add up
you want nothing and thats still a lot
where do we even end up
this isnt what i wanted
we dont mesh, the colors on your collar
and the sweat on my breast
was there sometime out there you felt the insecurity of my flesh
i hear birds chirp now, your season gone
i ask myself how i let things get so wrong
play acoustic until fall asleep
fast and weak i take a seat
wish again you were here with me in this park
next to the street
i feel you even when youre not here
not sure if its you or a ghost i feel near
i want you to be what you can never have
you want me for my years on letterman
wheres your angle
you do nothing for free
(you aren't jack ****
you can't **** with me)
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
Member of the 27 club, too young to die
Too fast to live, only lent to us
A break in the clouds that let some light in,
Original flash of inspiration jumping
From my radio to shout, music isn't dead
Too soon to leave us only wanting more
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
Fingerprints and fibers,
Accumulated talk,
Whispers in the corners,
Bodies demarcated in chalk
On the marble courtroom stairs.
His misery became a pall.
With mourning signs in splattered pairs,
Red flowers on the wall.
All that he had left behind was grief
And powerless rage,
A Tansu chest in high relief,
A coiled brass clock fatigued with age.
Retreating to a white house in Simrishamn,
He’d walk his dog along the shore,
Find sterile clues amongst the sands,
And travel a ferry between two lands.
And now: An experiment! Blame Google Translate for this weird (?) Swedish translation: Please tell me if this is a bad translation!
Fingeravtryck och fibrer,
Ackumulerat samtal,
Viskar i hörnen,
Kroppar avgränsad i krita
På marmor rättssal trappor.
Hans elände blev en pall.
Med sorgsignaler i splatterade par,
Röda blommor på väggen.
Allt som han hade lämnat var sorg
Och maktlös raseri,
En Tansu bröst i hög lättnad,
En spolad mässingsklocka utmanad med åldern.
Att återvända till ett vitt hus i Simrishamn,
Han skulle gå sin hund längs stranden,
Hitta sterila ledtrådar bland sandarna,
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Raised by
Kurt Cobain anger,
low grunge in earbuds
make it easier to ignore the mass of loud kids in the halls,
Hope they stay away.
For me? Socializing will drain you.
Raised by
Amy Winehouse.
Big winged eyes but,
her voice was bigger.
Showed me how to close doors,
and what hides behind them.
For love is a losing game,
yet we end up addicted anyways.
Raised by
The Beatles.
60s pop and rock,
Oh! Darlin’ they are good!
Taught me to think for myself
and let some things be.
Raised by
Cage The Elephant.
Showed me the world is
cold, cold, cold.
Cause there ain’t no rest for the wicked!
I’ll always find
trouble on my left
and to my right.
Raised by
Earl St. Clair
I might not have what I want,
but I got what I need.
And some don’t have a three story home
to feel alone in.
You just gotta deal with the pain,
before it deals with you.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
A man once told me, "Never write a movie where a man is left shouting after a woman who is sure to return"
I was raised by wolves and Don Quixote
lead with(in) the heart; regret with(in) the brain
dead weight hangs hungry in my chest
I see fear creep in my knees
my teeth are looking to be tested
my skin is stained like a constellation capricorn gemini pisces
I am my own galaxy:
only porcelain angels looking over me
backstage pass to my caterpillar identity crisis
My imagination (machinations of muddled emotions) was waiting for someone like you
His laugh rattles my subconscious and decomposes my rigor mortis
kiss youmeus like your tongue was made of money
finger me as much as I do my hair
I like sinking into your mind; it's warm in here
Eggs&Bacon;
bread & butter
you're the apple pie to my adam's apple (with all the cavities)
I'm a headless chicken framing instant coffee amber memories
ice cream melts the closer I get to the sun...
It rained today.
Some statues talk, some people have nothing to say;
who will you dip in gold and call your temple?
Why does it have to be art and not just us?
you're just another outlet mall; your sheep are in Leeds
the shoes are from your closet and I need reupholstering
my feet will go where they dare but
the yellow brick road is turmeric and
shame
I'm on a deserted island and all I see are birds
all my doors have a neon EXIT sign
It began and ended with the Space Odyssey-
"Martha!"
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
im a lot like kurt cobain
when i am done writing something that seemed beautiful as i formed it
i begin to really depsise it
i am a lot like kurt cobain
overly humble, a bit too sensual
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i speak loudly but i talk slowly
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i am mild, and peaceful
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i dont have a gun
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
The ****** poet mainlines inspiration by the gram.
chasing away the gnawing emptiness.
Fill the void with creations formed in pain, molded in your likeness
to keep at bay the loneliness.
The ****** poet and his muse paint the world in inebriated metaphors.
Burnt spoon blackened souls gather on the fringes.
Creating living seas of tortured, tumultuous shadow.
The end comes like an implosion.
Destruction turned inward one last time.
Not a result of action,
but of choices made in moments of self-loathing
when the junkie’s muse was nowhere to be found.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
There once was a man named Beowulf
Who was fiercer than a demon or werewolf
Except that he had a flaw
A dragon made him mortally sore
This prologue is prophetic
To the ending of this epic
So I’ll tell you more
Beowulf made his mind up at twenty-three
He would race his friend to swim across the sea
But fighting many sea monsters is quite trial
Beowulf only caught up in the final mile
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
Though Breca nearly beat him
He managed to defeat him
But he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up in his head
He would battle Grendel until one was dead
But even though his strength could cause a lot of harm
Beowulf only severed Grendel’s left arm
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
Though Grendel he had saddened
Beowulf wasn’t gladdened
And he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up then and there
He’d **** Grendel’s mother in her watery lair
Although the angry tarn-hag had put up a fight
Both monsters were beheaded that very night
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
He took a child and mother
Like Cain had killed his brother
But he had made up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up when he was old
To slay a raging dragon of whom he’d been told
But Beowulf couldn’t deal with the dragon’s fire
And he was later burned atop a funeral pyre
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
He once was a great hero
And now his worth is zero
But he would make up his mind
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
I'm not afraid of the way we use to lay
All alone, in the dark
When we used to stay up late
Whispering, kissing, loving
Holding each others hand as we fall blissfully into nothing
Not knowing whether we’d wake up in this bed
Or in another book waiting to be read
We speak softly keeping our touches on the edge of our seams
Creeping ever so softly until we’re too tired to sleep
Your grip is tighter, your breath is heavy,
My heartbeat races, and we’re getting sweaty
When I lay with you I don’t wish to sleep
The touch of your waste, your lips, your taste
Watching the stars collide in the reflections of your glistening green eyes
Holding you is too nice to waste
The way your touch sends shivers down my spine
Like 10,000 hits of ecstasy molecules running through my mind
It trickles out my pours and into yours
Leaving you with the feeling of my glittery warmth
We cuddle, we hold, and we stop
Now Im afraid
Because now sleep is stealing us away
For tonight is almost done
But before we fall blissfully into nothing
I just want you to know a little something….something….
I feel you…
I want you…
I love you….
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
Some people endeavor to portray a persona.
Some people perpetuate the beliefs of their parents.
Some people pretend to be somebody they've seen on TV.
Some people have trouble accepting that they're actually existing.
Some people perceive themselves as being unlike anyone else.
Some people have an aversion to personality profiling.
Some people just can't help themselves.
Some people feel a need to place everyone they've ever known into categories.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
Don't let the moon cry
She said
As the earth grew another blade of grass
It will be ok
As the trees say
Wish not for things to always be
In order for life to grow
They need room to spread their wings
I cannot tell you how to balance
This transient knowledge
As I myself have been lost in the collage of greatness
Can I ask you a question?
Who are you?
And why must I ask this?
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
I'm done being held down by what is believed to be right
I had a vision of the future the pictures your painting for me
Is a complete disillusion
I see people
They’re laughing
They’re smiling
Living life for themselves
And not for the case of surviving
Why is that we wish to hold ourselves back from
Evolving past
The relentless track of our human lack of understanding
The thing is
I don’t think its our choice
If it was
We would be there already
Not money hungry for that new something something
You saw on TV yesterday
Why do we keep playing this game
If we already know that tomorrow is a different day
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
I feel unreal
When I peer off into the distance
As most humans only paint pictures they witness
I miss this
I miss the way we used to set our bars higher than the stars
How the warmth of the sun can cool even the ****** and be done
I wish it were that simple
I wish that we could be held responsible for being what we are
Because us
We are not worthy of that responsibility
But we will be
One day
One day we will be able to walk across the seas
As do the birds
And as well as the breeze
One day the sky will clear
Without any noxious gases limiting the visibility of our fears
All we can do is hope
Hope that one day
We will be in charge of own tight rope
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
An egg, boiled fresh
a matryeshka doll watches
somewhere the last train
makes it's way down the tracks
past the lakes
& the reticent pine trees
the street lamps
shine wearily
& again, the rain
is starting up once more
she reads Kurt Tucholsky
' Schloss Gripsholm' with a dictionary
writing down his odd words
daintily as if they were glass,
not to be handled
except lightly the city holds her
like a child
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
By the creek we sit dormant
Filling the empty spaces with sensational ornaments
Like a Christmas tree
We can be turned from plain
To extraordinary
All it takes is for you to sit and be still
So that one day
You can be the ruler of your world as well
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Until I find you
I lay awake
Before I fall asleep
Trying to imagine
What it would be like
What it would feel like
To hold you in my arms
To taste your lips as they quiver for another kiss
Then you would grab my neck with intent
Pulling me closer
Holding me harder
As I run my fingers down the curves of your body
Feeling......
Every........
Inch......
Slowly.....
So slowly.....
Just so I can see.....
You...
To get a glimpse of the truth hidden behind your lips
I want to feel your heart beat
Thumping on my chest
I want to hear your voice
Please sing to me
Please stay with me
Please don't leave me
Again.....
As I fall from this dreamality
And realize it's nothing more than just another moment of insanity
I still hear you
I still feel you
Darling until I find you
Life will be just a preview
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
i would take the first train back to the 90's,
when my lungs were nicotine-free
and there was always something worthy on TV.
i would wear my chucks in bed,
and have cereals for dinner.
i would not have heard of ****
i would have used the internet to find
the exact words to the songs on Nevermind,
because cassette inlays haven't got enough
space for Kurt's lyrics.
and if i were you, i wouldn't call this a poem.
-khai
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Being alone
Is not being lonely
Being lonely
Is not being depressed
And being depressed doesn't mean your alone
If we all focus on the messy details of the disaster we call our lives
What would happiness be?
What would it take to be happy?
There is a reason we only see as well as we do
There is a reason why we only fall asleep when it's time to
We just don't know yet
Well we know
But we don't
Does that make sense?
Yeah, Me either
If I was going to wish for something
Something that would actually help people in the way that we're suppose to be helped
It have something to do with love
And then a lot more love on top of that
Like the Beatles said
All you need is love
That's because love is all you need
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
Jenny, I'm in love
Jenny my love
Jenny, I love
I love Jenny
My love is Jenny
Im in love with Jenny
4 minutes of the most
Intimate
Exciting
Scary
Moment of my life
Has just occurred
Not in the sense that it just happened
But, I mean
We just happened
WE JUST HAPPENED!
In the most random, precise way possible
I left my home for a journey across country
For a new adventure
For a new beginning
Who knew
That the adventure was you
Beginning with the first time we spoke around 2
A.M.
Who would have known
That the girl I met and fell in love with was you
I didn't
Did you?
I didn't know dreams could come true
Until I looked at you
Into your eyes more specifically
For 4 minutes
We sat
Staring
Wondering
Thinking
Hearts beating
As we switch to other eye because
One eye isn't enough
When we smile nervously because we are wondering if we are both feeling
The same
Feeling
From the bottoms of your toes
To the tip of your nose
I love you Jenny
Which way shall we go?
Everywhere?
That's what I was thinking
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Next to nowhere
She lays
Still bitten with the rage
Of the still torn pages inside
The left look behind
She saw 12
Hundreds in gathering to see a masterpiece
To see a great feast take place
Inside the belly of the beast we embrace
We brace for
10 until later our velvet skin was torn
It was not a book she was reading
Life admits it to be true
Things only seem
as they seem to you
As they are
As we are
8 left
We read from the dead to find the meaning of life
Still hidden from
Foreign to the match tip burns
Rage to the night
Rage to all the ends of the strings tied to the ropes we bleed from
Free fall to the once forgotten song
We sing
We breathe in again
Within minutes of each other
The numbers fall
6 legs on this chair
Holding each one
Carefully in the air
Not the slightest ripple
From even the slow moving and inconvenient
We all crawl as one
A notebook drawn by the sun
With the letters as colors and pages as numbers
We will all learn to see when it's raining
We will learn to be forgiven
For what has happened
4 steps to the partially broken door hinge
Lay Waste to the less fortunate
For I have come without a hood to cover my ears
Up the elevator we climb
To the tip of the mountain we press
This is not a test
2 questions unanswered
Wrong
We must learn to run before we crawl
the voices say
To follow your heart
From every beat
And from every start
There will be a finish
A tapered trip to an answer well lived to be heard
Hear all what you want to see like
And say all that you wish to breathe like
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
I love you beyond a belief that cannot
Compare to
The sudden urge
To fall in love to
This silent dance we
Sing along
For just a few minutes id like to say I love you
I found you
Can I keep you?
Can you still be there
In the morning
The day after
The night before
And forever happily
I like you too
I mean
I'd love to run away with you
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Simple yet a affective
We dream of the day without needing disinfectant
It's not that we are *****
It's that we are
And never will be clean
Enough
We will never be 100%
No germ
No ********
It's written in pen
But you accidentally smudged it with your freshly cleaned linen
We live in a world where everything is a mess
But optimistically call it's it
"A little spill"
Or "a few crumbs"
You never hear anyone talk about how ****** the world is
Like they're going to get something done
Not any sort of panic
No fear of the unknown
It's become so normal
That we forget that we are owned
Some one has a file with our name on it
In a drawer, in a room with only one door
But someone locked it
And no one knows who
But if there is anything to look forward to
There is a door
And behind it
The world is so much more
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
I am still
I am calm
I am dusk
I am dawn
From the tips of my toes
To the highest books on the shelf
I wait for you
Please Let me
Let me be your eyes darling
Let me see the color of your sky
From the perspective of your eyes
Let me reach out and touch you
With my hands holding yours
Let me follow you to no where
And I will open all the doors
We will leave this place forever
And find somewhere new
That will always play summer
And the sky always blue
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Soaked on the feeling
The longing for something different
From where?
We don't know
From who
We don't know
The difference between there and here
Isn't what is better
But what is right
We have fallen a sleep for far too long
To still be dreaming
We must fight
For our right to be awake
We must fight
For the truth that has been hidden from us
Locked in a safe
The key lost without a trace
Today is not the way
Nor was yesterday
But tomorrow could be
And thats ok
We will see past all the walls that have been constructed
Obstructing the visions of the future
We must stand
We must hold true to who and what we are
We are the creatures of Mother Earth
We are the key to life beyond birth
We can be the savior everyone deserves
We just need a little help
Everything can be right
Everything can be sane
If we all stand together
And walk between the w indow panes
As a single answer
One consciousness
One heart
Infinite love
Now is the time to start
From the very depths of our consciousness
Within these precisely tiled rooms
We live among things
And we dream about doom
"When will the clock say something different?"
I asked, still waiting for the answer
"When will we all realize that time is forever?”
And what we do with the time
Is not
What we do is not important
What we do is irrelevant
If all we are doing is blocking out the light to our eyes
Hoping that one day we will hold our heads high
Above the ashes of our past disaster
Then it does matter what you do
But what do we do?
When only questions exist
What do we do?
When only time is the answer
Can anything change?
Can we change anything?
Is whatever were doing
What we should be doing?
What should we do?
Today children we will climb
We will climb to the highest peaks of our minds
We will let our worries be free
And our desires will be lost at sea
Fold your fears into books leave them on the shelf
Deconstruct the structure we've been told
To a be the truth
It's getting old
Rewrite the stories of the universe
Starting with you
And me
Transcending to a new breath we breathe
Tell them we are strong
Tell them we are brave
Show them we can do anything
The world only tells lies when you do
Fairytales are only fiction because we say so
Don't let them tell us our dreams are unreachable
Don't let them tell us our goals are unscorable
We will beat them
We will love them
We will conquer the fears left from their mayhem
We already have
And we always will
Let it be your thrill
Live life how its suppose to be
Live life as in the dreams you wish to seek
Let them be
Let it be
Let him be
Let her be
Let the world breathe deep
With lungs filled
Let everyone grow into the mountainous tree
They are meant to be
Let it be known that rules don’t apply
I understand
You are afraid of the secrets that they hide
But don’t be
Don’t let them win
Don’t let them begin again
Shower them with love
Wipe them clean with care
Let them know w e are here
And we are not scared
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC