#moi
deserve
it more than most, more than anyone, indeed, in deed,
your passion drowns me,
overwhelms and even makes me admit
out loudly
over comes
your faceted identities,
delight, charm, provoke,
and evoke
multitudes of moods, desires,
even writings...
but you are too stern,
this thing called love,
is tissue soft, so hard to form,
so easily torn, it requires
time & hard work, many words,
though oft the fewest are supreme,
and I laugh at myself, for the only word
I think that rhymes with supreme
is
dream
which is
just another synonym
for
endless opportunities***
and I, we, read each others poems
to each other
quietly,
for that is the only, & the best way.
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
"Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection.
Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined.
It's a kiss, whispered sweetly" (2)
who needs challenges, commissions.
kicks~in~le butte~
when heaven heaves rains, one downs tall orders in
short shot glass verses, which glossed over at its
first communion(cation,
come back
months later
to subtract - another
poem from where it lay dormant
on the doormat
of my sub~sub~terranes
of my diluted subconscious au natured dry & rugged terrain
a favored poet,
a secretive admirer,
whoa~whose~her truthful name, I've yet to uncover,
but whose one true soul inspires me repeatedly,
ana~lyrically licks me into
dredging from me
un begrudgingly
and yet,
another love poem,
she herself wrote when elixiring (commentating (3))
'pon one of mine,
a long long time ago
Alas! Alack!
unnaturally immodest,
one concedes,
when obviously a Super~Woman!-cedes,
seeds in three verses, what I could never unknot
nor uncover
so I requite & requote with
unlabored pleasure
miz patty m's
primary terse verse,
neither secondary & never tertiary,
her absolut perfect mixed drink
defining, summarizing,
the essences of love
*"(Love) Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection.
Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined.
It's a kiss, whispered sweetly"*
I concede, in deed,
and in writing,
I know nothing,
of writing
of only love poetry
and all the great predecessors,
elsewhere lyricized, named and tabulated,
by yet another women, (1)
I will take my weary words elsewhere,
and if
perhaps,
disguised as a woman,
(Natalie, Natasha, Natali
see note below)
perhaps my verbal herbal insides,
my turgid insights,
will be shorter, sweeter,
but never more completer
than those of,
who can syncopate it
in rhyme
and the naming of my
predilection,
by mid~initial,
will give a measuring
of solace, and
a kiss and hug from my mirrored selfie,
having been unsuccessful at
my one chosen endeavor,
only love poetry,
adieu,
I, due,
utter
Nevermore
M>
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
Compromise feels
only like my complete demise;
I am solely right.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
I think myself tall
compared to all below me.
I've never looked up.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
You’ve mastered the act
You’ve turned off emotions
Now everything’s black
I am truly sorry
I slowly grow colder
It’s always my fault
She breaks when I hold her
He’s bitter and angry
There’s pain in his eyes
He bleeds from his struggle
His will slowly dies
There’s things I’ve done
The things I regret
The problems I caused
I won’t easily forget
But i’M nowhere near perfect
And neither are you
Let’s all hurt each other
I’ve lost you two
-M.O.I
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
my mind is a chaotic maze
guarded by confusion.
Lost in the labyrinth.
it’s too dark
i can’t see.
i’m trapped in this sick
sick place.
Sanity is slipping.
Thoughts that haunt me slide
into my unconscious mind.
i havnt slept in days
Please
someone, anyone
pull me from the edge.
i stare into the abyss
ready to jump.
i’m being chased
by the demons in
my mind.
They torture, torment
and tease by dangling my sanity
by a Thin
Thin thread.
my mind is
recklessly running ‘round rampant.
and swiftly shifting sideways
then twisting, turning and tilting
like a convulsing snake
The voices in my head scream
So loud
They block my calls for help.
Will i ever escape?
i’m so lost
no one is looking
because
i’m right in front of you
but
I
am still Lost
-m.o.i
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
With a stuttering shacking hand
that is also my voice
I write in absolute silence, my voice is
Hidden.
We think of thoughts so deep
We never stop sinking...
A pen
becomes a paddle , and a book a boat.
And I write myself away
Over a an ocean of thought
So I don’t drown...
-M.O.I
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
A black mind is an infectious shadow.
It creeps and crawls to cover the light.
You suffocate
because nothing grows in the dark.
Your broken black heart spreads
Like the disease it is.
Your presence is cold
and your heart is full of rot.
No light illuminates your endless dark pit
That consumes everything
Eternally empty
You fall in but limp and crawl out
THESE people are just a void
THEY take and use
So do go, go into the light
Where you can see what they are
-M.O.I
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
Inconsistent shifting sand
burns beneath my feet.
I don’t know where I stand
surrounded by miles of desert.
Only walking on the surface
where everything is the same.
Only the oasis lets me
sink.
but we are a scorching sun
That evaporates
Making us too scared to
sink
Too scared to
think.
We harden and bake the topsoil.
No wonder we can’t dig deeper
to the water beneath
we are all dying of thirst.
-M.O.I
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
The planets re-aligned today
and I thought it was, just me
being special, in my way
a quiet wishful, plea
The sun came up this morn
and I, narcissistically
believed I was re-born
after all, everything, is me
The girls, and boys, fawning
it's just this effect I do
new day, and new way dawning
myself, always, coming through
I'm your gift this season
I'm cause, for all your joy
I'm just saying, I'm the reason
Cuz I'm, the real, McCoy
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC