#minor
splashing about in the shallows
a tidal wave on the horizon
gathers itself to full height
being knocked sideways
out of the blue
war is spoken into existence
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC
They argue it doesn't really matter;
A minor lie,
And a slight distortion—
Until the moment arrives when darkness
Consumes your mind and detonates,
Leaving your body lifeless
As it crumples in a gradual descent.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC
Realizing the mayhem sprinkled into my past
has left such a sour taste with me
it's put my emotions on blast;
finally seeing what happened to me.
I'm beginning to feel better
after having picked out the reminders,
but the child in me is bitter
and wants to see them covered in spiders.
Nov 16, 2021
Nov 16, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
Duet, Minor Key
by Michael R. Burch
Without the drama of cymbals
or the fanfare and snares of drums,
I present my case
stripped of its fine veneer:
Behold, thy instrument.
Play, for the night is long.
Keywords/Tags: Duet, minor, key, cymbals, symbols, drums, fanfare, snares, instrument, play, *** night, long, strip, **** naked
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
The milks gone bad
My drinks all flat
The lights now flicker
My favorite fruit‘s bitter
Every morning a pimple
My shirts always wrinkled
I’m sleeping less
My hairs a mess
If you were faking it
round of applause
for my favorite actor
So help me god
since you’ve been gone, Love.
my life’s a disaster.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
Blazing emotion in the lust of first sight.
Uncertain hearts, and unclear minds
tragically filled with stories
of failed loves.
Broken pieces, cracked trust,
and fake smiles, but also a growing desire.
A desire for something real
something that isn’t just a one time passion.
Something that is more than another
failed story.
Something that is real, tangible, and something
that lives on through time and time again.
So is this our new story?
Played in the major scale?
Or another minor detail
in my harrowing tale of love.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
a minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his peace of bot tee, mind. Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity.
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dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018
no matter this dawg gone pup
took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
body electric still ragged
as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
ensnared within a time warp,
espied that aggravating "aw SNAP"
(error code instead of a webpage
indicating Chrome happens to be
experiencing problems loading)
or, simultaneously
caught in a narcoleptic parent trap
thus, while a burst of energy
temporarily doth prevail
(a priori which extreme fatigue
of body, mind and spirit -
more troublesome, and worse than -
getting crucified
with a rusty nine inch nail
alleviated with deep sleep finds
much more tiredness
than usual quotidian sleepiness
bruiting this male)
being imprisoned (for high
gram matt tick crimes
and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices,
dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive,
unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera
which landed me punctually,
proverbially, and squarely
in the slaammed shut jail
fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail
nauseating pluperfect revulsion
each time hide exhale
which, many hours long rests did restore
for a bit of time only for totally tubular
exhaustion to come roar
ring back leaving me tour
charred as if...i fought in every major war.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
I've only ever relied on someone else for my happiness.
Looked to them to answer any question i had.
Until the moment they were no longer there to guide me out of my perceived darkness.
But i was stuck.
I waited on you but you only walked away.
So thank you, because i believe I've figured it out.
How to be happy and not dependent on you.
You're the one that has gone and replaced the role i used to play in your life.
So i guess you can ultimately say that you have done this to yourself.
And I'm not really sorry.
Sorry.
I am focusing on me and you are now playing an insignificant minor role in the way my life develops.
Thank you.
I love you my best friend.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 5:35 AM UTC
show me you love me
in a dream you can't
control, we collect crystals
and give each other tarot
readings - but i always
wonder what you are thinking,
laid out between judgement
and queens in my pink floral
bedsheets. not real, i'm
seeing it all the same.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Passing cars of noise,
The onlookers, judging me,
My headache, myself.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
A dry desert feeling creeps up my throat
I can almost feel the bright,
Red color lining the soft tissue.
Body aches starting at all twenty digits,
Eventually make their way throughout the body.
Sickness.
To some an excuse for rest,
"So why does sickness make me so upset?"
I try to scream,
But, alas, my voice is lost.
Ah, the voice,
What a silly instrument,
"Silly how," you may ask.
Well, it's weak.
Why can't my two ***** of vibrating tissue,
Stay healthy?
I need to use those stubborn chords,
My voice should not be diminished,
It should be strong.
This is a major problem,
That, to others, may seem minor.
Sing the notes,
Finish the chord,
Don't be flat,
That doesn't mean go sharp.
ENOUGH!
I can't even sing.
Unable to participate in a pleasurable passion,
All because of a
****
Weak
Immune System.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
For anyone who is so inclined:
https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/sets/sunrise
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
The rhythm hits me first,
Off-beat, syncopated, unpredictable,
Yet I find my foot tapping in perfect time,
My body synchronised with an ever-changing pulse.
Then the bass,
Driving, moving forward, eager,
I find my legs moving with it,
My body pulled by a promise of more.
Then the chords,
Dissonant, unresolved, uncertain,
Yet my ears enjoy every one,
My body desperate to understand the logic behind them.
Then the melody,
Haunting, minor, hesitant,
Yet my eyes are drawn to those that sing,
My body overwhelmed with bare emotion.
Then the lyrics,
Hopeful, free, safe,
And I find myself singing along,
To a song I didn't know, but that resonates in my heart.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
It doesn’t matter what I type
As long as I type words
It doesn’t faze me what the hype
As long as I infer
The lyrics although musical
Just bounce inside my head
They always start with music
But the words come out instead
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC