#might
The peak just vague in clouds, yet
fails to tame hikers' wild hearts.
On the fragment of petrifaction, I
saw my own beauty reflected.
Amidst the dusty wind, I
heard my inner voice echoed.
Footprints on shortcuts transform treads to tracks
“Hi!”
Golden gale tore the still moss
Yet shallowed the brown might
“Thank you!”
Stamps lull taken steps into gone
“Cheers!”
Sheer lines
“You’re close!”
Grey clouds settled on the peak
For no up-looking eyes to glance
“Hi!”
As if the small has always been the great.
On mountains edge sun shines grace,
without looking back a wild rabbit ran away.
Greetings connecting the towering mights
adorned the mountain with resounding sights
that transcended the “Hi!”s
Not upon
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
These emotions are powerful they surge right through my chest
Chasing them around room they suddenly infest
First silent as they swirl between you and I
It doesn't take long for them to multiply
Soon they swarm every object we see
Easy to play victim instead of trying to agree
But there are zero casualties because we aren't at war
Blindness makes me wonder what we're doing this for
You think righteously but you couldn't be more wrong
Baseless accusations you build argument upon
Just the latest in series of false beliefs you create
Sick the way your perspective chooses to exaggerate
My veins get so hot blood begins to boil
Shieldless facing remarks insisting I'm not loyal
Onyx pupils boring holes my direction
Void between us growing as you describe each imperfection
Systematically pulling apart every sentence dared to speak
Pre-existing wounds deepening until blood starts to leak
Until becoming so quiet you could hear our hearts beating
Slowly breaking
Carefully retreating
Uneasiness creeping like a draft under the door
Whispering
"Things never will be as good as they were before"
These helpless doubts wander through skull all night
Impossible questions kept awake til morning's light
Until poor soul is weighed down by despair
Tears blur my vision
Uncertainty put into my stare
My worrying in vain because it doesn't change anything
Non-existent compassion in your movements and it stings
Apparently don't have enough empathy to spare
Tangle up sanity by showing how little you care
While absorbing tension permeating air like a sponge
Hopes now flattened on the floor where they plunged
Words discarded like empty cola cans
Insults echoing like clang of pots and pans
From head to toe happiness is now crushed
Cuts could heal if only our fingertips brushed
Delicate balance of respect instantly would be restored
Neck removed from guillotine if you'd lower your sword
I don't encourage tables to turn
Just want us to both sit down
Pull knives out each other's backs and erase each frown
I wish us both to wear matching expressions of joy
Our feelings reset to a setting where our opinions didn't annoy
But for that to happen a gigantic amount of willpower is required
Fear we are not soft enough for animosity to permanently retire
But honestly hate distance between skin more than I'll ever admit
The path our steps are walking on is one I refuse to quit
I'll pour more energy into every single action I do for you
Even wasted at least my intentions are true
I'll collect memories and box up special moments we had
Store somewhere deep within to bask in when I'm sad
This might be hard this second but I have faith it won't last long
We can solve problems because our love is pure and strong
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC
one day i am so happy to fulfill my own prophecy while in the next i look for the exit,
everything moves in tandem for my vision to change from green to grey from skit to script,
post portem everything might seem too much out of touch for us to really keep the wit,
the only part thats really alive in your body is your soul the rest is a part of the future casket,
contrasts left and right for my own to design, pushing the buttons of life for the rabbits to see.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
An abusive psyche
No might be
Cradle to the grave most likely
The lengthy reminder's set for nightly
However not by me
I have no say apparently
©2024
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
{revised edition}
Can two people be too broken to know what they have goes further than what's spoken?
Can two people be too broken to hold it together despite every knee **** reaction?
Can two people be too broken to pick the right fights amidst the amateur crimes of passion?
Can two people be too broken?
Yes
And I think that we might
I know the answer whilst holding no solution
©2024
Jan 19, 2024
Jan 19, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
The evil in my mind, ya see
Eviscerates the light in me
It clashes with the fight in me
I'm trying to break free
The evil in my soul, ya see
Devours all the life in me
It harbors all the strife in me
It must be a disease
The evil in my heart, ya see
Inhabits every thought in me
It loves what it has wrought in me
And now its filled with glee
The evil I will purge, ya see
discovering the might in me
Dispelling all the blight in me
For this I have the key
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC
What gives cops the right to do whatever they please?!?!
Forcefully vacating premises that on a whim they seize
Rendering multiple people homeless
Innocent or not
Not caring if the right perpetrator is caught
Deceiving to benefit their colleagues and careers
Law-abiding and criminals alike filled with fear
Padding pockets with taxpayers money
How come the majority can’t see something’s funny?
And if their comfy salaries are not enough
Slyly shake down any person they cuff
Too often dollars are unreported
Come up missing after everything is sorted
No justice for the public
Rich or poor
Those poverty-stricken get ****** much more
If you can afford bribes you at least have a shot
Even then
Not every pig can be bought
They wear badges so they face no consequences for sin
Abuse power again and again
And it’s obvious to anyone with eyes to see
Citizens powerless in the land of the free
If we rise and protest we’ll gain their attention
End up in jail if we even dare mention
The multitude of ways rights are violated
We stay silent while the system is hated
Because if you do catch police doing wrong
In court hear the same ******* song
They work together to keep us from what’s fair
Doesn’t matter where you go
Corruption is everywhere
So do not expect aid from the government or a judge
Like law enforcement
Their opinion won’t budge
Every option offered to help
Just another fallacy the media sells
They are all in cahoots
We’re ******* from the start
Look at statistics spread out on a chart
So do we rebel when the law’s not on our side?
Those sent to protect us only lied
My whole life been taught cops are not who to trust
Everyone around me is brainwashed they must
In vain I hope our country will change
Have no clue what it will take to rearrange
Til then go on hunkered down and scared
Praying by miracle my freedom will be spared
I know I am good deep in my soul
But know better people who end up on parole
For now ************* may have the upper hand
America
It’s time to finally take a stand
We are strong enough
To succeed if we unite
We can make a difference
Push for what’s right
No matter who you are
Black or white
Put our differences aside
Give our all and fight
Honestly we probably can’t fix this
But there’s a chance we might
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
As I ride my bicycle,
Its wheel going a dull dum-dum-dum
on the veranda tiles.
I hearken to the straining of
the bicycle chain
and screeching o so soft when I turn the steering.
I feel as though something is changing in me.
A light cool breeze enters my chest,
expanding, releasing, expanding, releasing.
As I listen to the endless melodies of the stone tile,
I feel as though something is changing in me.
As I hear the faint yawn of the wheels,
I feel cracking, twisting, shedding,
and I realize,
the work of the bicycle and tile.
-storm-
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
Good morning, I hope your well.
Haven't talked to you in a while.
Saw your mom she looks sad I gave her a hug and we cried for a long while. It felt good.
Are you in a diffrent body and when random people smile at me or are nice to me, is that you?
When I see a stranger and i feel like i know that person thats impossible unless it's you...
! Next time maybe hold a purple bandana then I'll known its you for sure.
I miss our long talks so much has happend over the years and I dont think anyone will fill your place.
I wanted to **** myself the other day, held my breath underwater till it hurt
I named a scar after you not a healthy reaction I know, but the cuts deep and didnt bleed. It's tough like you.
Good morning. Hope you're doing fine.
Went to sleep because I was stupid enough with a stranger I was afraid I wouldent be able to find you.
Then I thought maybe I'd find someone who is lost like me and they knew you and you are fine.
I'm still afraid of birds but a crow near my house gets close to me and seems kind and will make weird noises at me some times I feed it and talk to it like it's you.
Sad music makes me feel better.
Were you the same?
Mother said I cannot marry a girl would you have married me?
Good night.. talk to you again.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
Never be afraid
Let go
Reinvent yourself how you'd like to show
A fresh new image of own design
Reborn person fantastic and fine
Always encourage creativity
Give it acres of room to romp and run free
Be mentor to the self within
Guide to the surface of your skin
Teach to be confident and comfortable
Take care to be cautious and stay out of trouble
Always reach for stars shining bright
Charge ahead bravely with all your might
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
It may not be in the deepest soil
Where light and water abound
Yet each tiny seed will strive and toil
To grow in their given ground
Some seeds are sown by loving hands
All buried quite snug and sound
While others fall in rock strewn lands
To claim as their given ground
We hear no cries of pain or delight
As each seed’s place is found
For each one feels their spot is right
To thrive in their given ground
Express your life with joy and might
And may your efforts be crowned
Whether your soil be deep or slight
Grow well in your given ground
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
I pray tonight
For thy light
To shin so bright
That I lose sight
Of this earthly plight
And all I see is thy might
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
Ode to the hand that's held.
Leaf blower suicide.
German going in & out.
The precious things.
Lay on back.
Looking up.
Doing only what is known.
Wondering what isn't.
Going side to side.
Talking.
Talking.
Talk the ride home.
We only went to Wyoming.
Garrett Johnson.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
They say "it is the little things"
That I know is true
Of all the little things
Best by far is you
The little things done for me
Each and every tiring day
The moments that stick with me
Take my breath away
Awakening to morning kisses
Start my a.m. right
Smile on your handsome face
In my direct sight
Writing cute sweet poems
Impress on holidays
One example of how you won me
With your charming ways
Buying fragrant flowers in February
This year a sparkly touch
Added a little something extra
Red roses weren't enough
Those "Goodmorning beautiful" texts sent
Distance kept us apart
Shirt smelling like you to keep by my side
You could only be close to my heart
How we joke with eachother
Nightly call me the meanest names
Insults are merely teasing
Others plain don't understand our games
This morning danced around to a rap song
Wearing a smile and underwear
Made me Eggo waffles for breakfast
Thank you babe for showing you care
I guess I owe a multitude
Of little moments like that
The kind small tokens of love
You work to complete each act
So I must try with all my might
A simple girl to prove
That I love you though you outnumber me
In little things but will you help me improve?
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 6:11 AM UTC
Woke up, saw a face.
Looking down, on the bed.
Looking through, my eyes.
My soul, and my sight.
My blood, pumped up.
My heart started to weep.
My brain, needed more oxygen.
To get me out of this heap.
How did this happen,
Where was I lost.
Why couldn’t I figure out,
What happened after the dark?
Getting out of the covers,
Took like 10 freaking hours.
As I looked at the date,
And went off to mars.
I had to do it quick,
My life was on the line.
One wrong step,
And I’d weep so much that I die.
Fortunately for me,
My saviour had come.
Panic was telling me,
Take a deep breath and began.
**** you monkey,
You ruined so much of my time,
But the real monster was here,
A beast in disguise.
I began, with a breath.
And a big glass of coke.
It told me to be calm,
And remain for the toast.
It showed me what I needed,
It showed me a way.
But first it told me,
To remain calm is the way.
I worked for hours,
And the days to come.
Took deep breaths,
And played games in the dim.
All was not lost,
I still had my sight.
Thank you panic,
Showing me a way, from my might.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
The Sun was far, hot and big
Before I trapped him in my camera;
Like the mighty sea lost its might
When carried away in a bucket.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
The old days, the old ways, those are in the winds of been;
with all the worries
worth worrying lost with the reasons why
today was to have been
impossible.
Self-evident, right, the prophets were right and
the liars
are with us, as sure as the poor.
Today, we live and die, planning to do it again,
after a nap, making clear
this peace past understanding, so you can see
through it to the
glimpse of a happiness you know, it's right, no evil
dripping acidic
lies
into hopes, we held locked in catechismical caves.
So long ago. The old days were not good.
Only the stories with happy ever after this
----
You see it done, old son, you take the role.
No missed takes, no second guess,
single-mind me, my self, I say may the game begin
en joy, they say, as if verbishment en into en trance
muted
nothing to this, in our own life's history,
verified, examined and, be hold,
not found wanting anything. Off the scale,
onto the state or stage of becoming,
not there, not here, be
coming
soon, always soon, soon, now
big bang, right. be
hell, you lie, and you know it, but why?
Liars prosper.
That's the key, if you give a buck. I'm a pro,
you don't get where reality is this slippery and
threatening,
guided by me, y'follow? you don't get here, and blame me.
Blame me, shame me, oughta take rope,
'n' hang me.
What if, still, in effect. Reality at gut level, synaptic axion dents, right,
waves of peristalsis moving shichewswallowed,
minus that action,
you are dead,
but your biome, the raw info, ideas that moved you, through the years,
we adapt, we modify our center of gravity,
we ellipsilate our sphere of influence into
fratical fractal real ification practices prospering in 2019.
Nonshite. Dear reader, we must pause, please, hold this thought...
The cultivator must be first, no lie. Seedtime gap harvest. Eat me.
sign on the bottle,
it was a clue, don't you want somebody to love?
You better,
find somebody to love, oh yeah, that left a mark. Funny,
It's okeh to smile, I said to Imogene Coca.
She stared into my eye, no Bette Davis eye,
Imogene Coca eye, no smile, no word mime meme bent
to a pixelation
degree, you pretend to see, AI can see the thread
you trust the legend,
scarlet thread or golden?
Which do we cut?
She is silent
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Words escape
A voice is shut
A pen is out
A page is flipped
Ink is smeared
And tears have dropped
A poet has spoken
Outloud
with eyes to hear
And mind to see
His broken poetry
And heart of bravery
Craves within
His written legacy
Mighty is he
Fearing no one
Against the judges of poor artistry
He strives to write his own poetry
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
What would happen
If we read “X over X”
As the calculation
It deserves
Instead of so much
Self-serving banter?
We’d find what goes in what
And in quantities unforeseen
As conversing crowds
Among the qualities:
How about this?
“Mind over matter.”
How much matter is within mind,
What pieces of the world
For ideals left behind—
Perhaps what memories
In nutrients we disregard
And the patchwork politics
Between chocolate and hearts
Of artichoke.
What of “ballots over bullets?”
When blood spells the words
We’ve yet to choke
Down?
How many shots will be fired
Before we like band-aids
To wounds apply?
How much violence endures
Till democracy is blest,
How many protests cut down
Before we can lay down the sword?
What of the adage “brains over brawn?”
The well-known oath of courts and kratocrats
With force harp upon?
The strength which one must possess
To prove intelligence
Proves unattained
Yet so many beatings
Are reasoned as recompense—
What sense must be made of pain
To convince us the path of enlightened men
We must avoid
To stay in line.
Thus, submission over freedom
Is where true freedom stems.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
I read a story once
About a bug that crawls into people's ears and lays eggs in their brains
Ever since then I have to cover my ears to fall asleep
It's funny that people think that way
That they matter
That a story WILL happen to them
Because at the end of the day
It might
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
My options are limited
And my time is way too long
It's quite unfortunate
I don't know what I'm doing wrong
I know the problem
I just don't know the solution
I've hit rock bottom
Now I welcome prosecution
They see me as a burden
I shouldn't be here
I open up the curtain
And let the sun sear
Now we're all on fire
I let in the heat
They fight against desire
I'm the the one to mistreat
I must make a decision
I'm just too naive
One thing they always mention
I must change or leave
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
morning dew drops on your collar
impressing me with the zealous way the seasons drastically measure the moment it takes me
to reach forwards and brush it off
liquid winter falling onto a ***** cement
the initials 'F T' written jaggedly into the cold stone of asphalt
i wait for it to disappear, for the flicker of everything gone to fade from my vision
but it passes too quickly
i look back up and there's no one around
the street is empty and the capricious wind has ceased
a sucker for patterns i walk into a fabric store and feel my hand linger on the erratic linens
fingers paused on the peach organza sprawled like a pink bubblegum sea
and i am swept into the manic fantasies of wearing the sheer tissue-like textile into
the abdomen of your sweaty palm and sinking like a sticky sweet stripe
until you put your hand in your pocket and i spend a year inside melting
into the every thread and curve of your jean until it is nothing but disgusting sugar
everything i could be when i am hidden from sight in the dark caverns of denim pants
who knew the tongue in cheek joke would be nothing but my tongue in your mouth
touching all the way up your gums
find me sweltering beneath the uvula wondering if i could go back
to the time i found that girl with the mountain logo sweatshirt who whistled between her teeth and hummed all the reasons i should skin my knee and kiss the salty wound because there's no greater pleasure than knowing you don't have to wait for that morning dew drop to fall from their ******* collar
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
i need to right
what i did
wrong to you.
but i'm afraid
of what might
happen.
i broke your
heart (and mine
too) on accident.
i didn't mean to.
i swear.
if i could go back
and change it-
i'd do it in a
heartbeat.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC