#mix
some of what you are
a dinosaur would recognise
if only fleetingly, something they stepped in
perhaps
or stepped over as they lumbered along
underneath a star filled sky, maybe full Moon
then in a deep meditation they realised
that they had indeed been made of stardust
and the muddy puddle they just stepped in
was full of the great mix of the ancestors
consequently the next muddy puddle -they stepped over
to avoid squishing future generations.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 6:40 AM UTC
The looks of our children
combination of both our positives and negatives
from our different points of view
raised in the mixing of our worlds
the stance where it becomes their own
a product gaining independence
and the ability to be recognized for its uniqueness
not as a mix
but as a new form
were similarities may be found
maybe it gained your eyes
the ones I get lost in
or perhaps my smile
the one you so often bring to life
but their words remain true to their soul
in the hope of finding its match
the one to spark the cycle anew
creating the unique once more
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
I remember being alone, stuck in the mud
I remember my hands being stained with red blood
And even when the times got tough
My hard work was never enough
I'm not as perfect as you all see
My whole life I've just been trying to be free
My whole life I've waited to shine
But I'm still waiting for the right time
To you, I'm all a secret
But I'm a stranger, can you feel it?
I guess I'm so used to pain
That I'll take it over warm, summer rain
And when I have to deal with all listed above
There's a weight on my shoulders, that some call love
I've been waiting for something new
And right on my doorstep appears you
I'm running to a place way long gone
I don't even know what I am running from
But I do know I'd run 100 miles, back and to
Just so I could get one look at you
But even if I'm with you and your artists
That is not truly where my heart is
All my memories of the past are fake
I threw them in the thousand-feet deep lake
What was I even supposed to do?
I didn't know what I got myself into
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
I pressed the red button
Your smile the last thing I saw
I bid you good night
And was left alone with my thoughts
I told you I would write something happy
and you I wish to impress
but what if the only thing I can write about
are the thoughts that run obsessively through my head
I can only write about dreams
that I wish I had
about charming scenarios
where the ending is never sad
about others’s love life
their feelings and pains
I try to get in their head to decipher
what it contains
is it love or lust
that keeps him going
does he really love her
Or it’s fake love that’s showing
my dear sweet sister
says my poems are too gloomy
she asks why can’t i write
of things that are sunny
she asks for joy,
excitement and fun
but how can I write of feelings
I can’t out run
I do feel happiness
I try to explain
but what can I do when
it’s much easier to write about the pain
about heart breaks and sleepless nights
Crying and feeling alone inside
conflicting emotions when I’m feeling low
I just let my tears guide the way in how they flow
but my dear sister and friend of mine
maybe it’s time to have a change of heart
I should think when I feel and seek the good
for its inside me and I only have to find that page in the book
look deeper
than what I thought I knew
and write about how
my dreams come true
Write about friendships family and cake
smiles and laughter road trips and games
find what really drives me the motivation of my heart
and finally write a story that includes every part
Add my smiles,
the way I get up in the mornings,
my love for reading
and a steaming cup of coffee
The pain in my legs,
after a long night cooking
and how sleepless nights are worth it
when you see how big their smiles are looking
Find within myself
stories that are blended
and change the narrative to include
beginnings, middles and endings.
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 2:13 AM UTC
I swim into the depth of sulpiride every night
where those times I died like the dead roses
when I took the stairs right to the light
every composes derived the harmony of doses
To swear upon the streams of reckless
To the labyrinth of happiness
here I go to come fire the enclaves
Maybe nobody in home, hopeless
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 4:11 AM UTC
briefling
by michael r. burch
manishatched,hopsintotheMix,
cavorts,hassex(quick!,spawnanewBrood!);
then,likeamayfly,he’ssuddenlygone:
plantfood
NOTE: Here “briefling” is a dimunutive of “brief” and also a pun on “brief fling.” Keywords/Tags: brief, fling, man, hatched, hops, mix, *** spawn, brood, mayfly, plant food
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
Did your body not warn you
before you were wrung dry?
The day you found yourself depleted,
the nights that lead upto it became fragile,
your cell heavy as they were heaved onto the bed.
Did you not listen to your body,
when you woke up with a heavy chest
and your body begged you to sleep?
Did you not acknowledge your heart
when it had become
a black hole the night before
as it ****** you out in.
Your bones like gravestones
prominent among the barren skin.
Did the suffocating dark matter
not ring louder
as you gasped for air with burnt lungs.
When you stood there overworked,
with signals mixed and sensitive
rewired and tangled
did the response fit their norm of you?
Did your voice not thud,
with the lump in your throat?
Did your heart not pound
against your ribcage,
your stomach not curdle
with that war in your chest,
as your mind raced
and your chest pressured as you tried
to clutch that breath?
Did your hormones
not muddle with your thoughts?
Did they not drown them in depths
and set them on fire all at once?
Did it not ache your muscles
before it all turned red?
Did your body not scream
when they came near?
Your feet cemented,
as your body froze?
Did your gut not twist
till you felt nauseous?
Did your toes not curl
when the feeling sunk
through your spine,
sat in your bones
like an unwanted guest,
and you like an unwilling host?
Did you not feel the chill
shiver down your spine
as terror spread across your face
and painted it white
before the quake came?
Did you not acknowledge
your body is the vessel
that you kept giving and pushing
depleting it of the right to rest
rather than opening
it to the abundance of love
it was surrounded by.
Your body became over extended,
your mind became forgetful
a body that is now a red flag;
travesty.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
Take my crazy and mix it with a bit of sanity
and Wala you have a me clone.
Take my love and mix it with the moment
and voila you have harmony.
Take my faith and mix it with trust
and shazaam you have a miracle.
Take my intention
with my poetry
and you have
a loving friend.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
she is water
and I am but oil
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
I paint over
the true colors
that they show me.
But they blend
and I no longer know
what color it is.
It's a mix
and that is how
mixed signals are created.
They are not made by them.
They are made by you.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like,
You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like,
You are the view that I like to see every night, you're no mere star, you're a frickin constellation. You are made up of different kinds of you that makes you beautiful,
You are the food that I want to gobble and eat up but is so effin cute that it makes me want to keep you and preserve you until I think that the time is right to dig in,
You are the painting that's genre can't be described, you're like realism and surrealism at the same time, you look like a fairy who descended from above but is real because I see you and can feel you,
You are the dream that I keep on dreaming, hoping that it would never end, the dream that I want to reach and achieve, your radiance is what keeps me going through dark phases of my life,
You are the black hole that attracts my whole being, being dragged to the depths of your own profundity and mystery, I keep on being ****** in when I'm with you, losing all sense of time and awareness,
You are the sun that makes me bloom in excitement when you appear, you brighten up each day and give me reasons to wait for moments when I can see you,
You are the reason why I'm so gung-ho in the definition of love, in the mysteries of love, in the ways of love or just maybe love itself, but wait, you are love itself and I love you.
You are the reason why my writing became much more colorful and expressive, you give me reasons to write poetry, and I write poetry for the sole reason of expressing my feelings to you.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
je ne suis pas là
I'm nowhere
il y a des cordes à chaque extrémité de moi
I suppose I'll feel this forever now
parce que je ne vais jamais couper les cordes
no matter where I am, I will always be far from the other.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
I love the warmth of heart as a home run is hit in the July heat.
The simmer on the weathering skin by the Carolina beach.
The grilling asphalt beneath the feet of the inquisitive kid.
But above all of this, both prestated and said.
I love the old worn wintery ways, the weathery, the cold and gray.
Where the days are as short as the ticks of a clock.
And the words turn slower somehow in due time.
Like the mirror's edge, I end and yet, know that I age a little less in the wintertime.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
Colours mixing with each other
there is a new colour born
a new shade
taking the new shape
blinding the landscape
spiralling out of control
not in hold
spilling its content
without intent
ripping over
and under
unclear
emptying till it disappears
it is gone now.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
When I've started thinking
there is not meaning to live?
When I've started feeling
so tired whenever I try to live?
When I've started putting
that fake mask of happiness ill?
When I've started living
without any desire and will?
When I've stopped dreaming
about that unpredictable future ahead?
When I've stopped trying
so hard to be part of others life?
Am I going to find
a meaning to live ?
Am I going to get out
of that tiredness in my life?
Am I going to feel
the true happiness if I try hard?
Am I going to get back
my desire to live so hard?
Will I start dreaming again
about the future lying ahead with mysterious lights?
Will I start trying again
to be a part of world with precious ones?
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Dead inside
Spend a lot of time stuck in this head of mine
Under the assumption love is dead, already
Just let me be here
Where was I?
When he was feeling on you with his hands, at night?
Seen the vivid pictures in my head, at night
It left me in tears
Where was I?
When he was feeling on you with his hands?
Seen the vivid pictures in my head
I'm under the assumption love is dead
Where was I?
When he was feeling on you with his hands?
I'm under the assumption love is dead
Seen the vivid pictures in my head
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
How did you get here?
I'm drunk and confused
I tried to be patient with you
Yeah
High up, but you fall down harder
Trapped in the concept
Falsely accused
Misused, and misled
***** I'm hoping you ******* rest in peace
(I tried to be patient with you)
(Yeah)
(High up) Now the fact that I'm alone is ******* comforting
And I can't seem tolife flies, so just carry on
With this pain inside of my chest
Got no choice but to carry on, uh
Yeah
How did you get here?
I'm drunk and confused
I tried to be patient with you, yeah
High up, but you fall down harder
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
*When it stirs its like a volcano
When like a geyser it does hiss
Like an atomic bomb
It tears apart the molecules of bitterness within my cup
That's where the replacements happen and meet
Dulcet and stirringly sweet
The mushroom cloud encased in liquid
Pours forth steam and radiates
The internal heat
Of coffee*
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
*You've grown up into your own space
And I've settle back into mine
Now all I need is to be more content
With our galaxies never crossing
Never meant to collide*
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Your aura breathed blue
My aura breathed red
Your blue breathed my aura confused
My fierce red tried hard to refuse
But your colour seemed too beautiful
Your toxic air swam too plentiful
And my red fell into something weird
A pit that left my fiery colour smeared
Your colour densely mixed with mine
The thickness of such fog left me blind
And while i was slipping into a vibrant purple
I forgot that we were but weak mortals
My red was colliding with your blue
And i was happy
But then you decided,
that purple wasn't the colour for you
-fir.m
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC