#newpoetssociety
How.
Will never come close to when.
Because every memory made together.
Swept us into the timelessness that we provided eachother.
It was a fluid river turned rapid.
But somehow ended up in the thinning rings of ours irises.
Cradled by the sincere promises.
Unchained with razor words which cut so deep.
We never thought to mend the wounds that kept bleeding trust.
A termite that would one day bring down the love we built upon such stable foundation.
But the story doesnt end there.
Not because our path remained one.
Not because we don't know we are supposed to be together.
But because of how for a brief period..
We did what so many others will never be able to do.
Looking past all the cheesy...
All the cliché over the top can't get enough of eachother while taking so many pictures.
That one could recount every day for months at a time without missing.
A.
Single.
Frame.
No.
This tale will go on because knowing paradise for just that small amount of time.
Has left a choppy stutter to grow from my throat.
Coating the real.
Into a reanimated rerun of imperfection.
That I have cursed myself to meander upon..
The only thing keeping this tattered mess afloat.
Is the knowledge that maybe one day..
Far into the future.
I might get a chance to rectify my decision.
Maybe one day.
I'll make her smile again.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
What has changed.
Surely it must be plain to see.
Rooting oneself in anything but this moment.
Is one way to certainly spell disappointment.
Too many days spent autographing pages.
Like a name makes the man.
Or perhaps.
So that the past can only condemn its owner.
Destined to be a heretic of life itself.
A hidden transgression cant hurt those it does not reach.
Then why is it chained through the bone.
Chasing daylight like the moon.
Slowly the wound festers deep and driven.
Don't you know.
These ailments take on a mind for themselves.
why else would we create them if not to one day speak.
It is the stone that shatters a paradigm.
The avalanche brought down by a whisper.
Or rather a whimper.
Yet there can be no tears here.
Not when this creations time was set.
Don't be fooled by negligence wearing the mask of ignorance.
But first its time to put down the blame.
For there is no one else in the room....
...And that laughing was beginning to irritate.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
Can you smell it.
The static in the air.
Clinging to all it can.
As her strength fades too fast.
But then Flying always..
Never lasted long enough.
Sliding past obstructions like they were excuses.
Only stopping to look at the roses when someone else points out their beauty.
Yes, they are just flowers.
Yet they know rejection more than any person.
For they will only get chosen once.
But until then they must watch millions of faces go by in silence.
Then as they are put to their final use.
Some may get placed away for safe keeping.
Placed between rows and columns on either side.
Windows that can be made into anything.
The Pressure is immense.
One can only hope to retain form with as little decay as possible.
Transforming into the only page without words.
Ask the ink if they know the scent to which they will lie down for all eternity.
Only there is no answer that would comfort those unwilling to sacrifice.
Give up what matters most.
Because standing here means it was already done.
So what else is there to give.
But pages depicting what could not be found.
The line to insanity and enlightenment has never been such a blur.
Hopefully this trail provides the later.
Although if it is not to be.
Its doubtful you would remember even asking the question.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
any one person can withstand pain.
But there is a subtle difference.
When it isn't registered..
Like a dream that alludes the recently awoken.
For the moment is always questioned as fiction when it comes about.
As if building a freeway over the desolation would bypass the isolated incident.
With every pass does it become so.
And yet it is ever so aparrent.
Like a splinter made of ice.
For when the initial trauma fades.
The cold.
Numb.
Aftermath.
Sets in.
Making every other impalement go unnoticed.
Picking at old scars with phantom limbs.
Visible only to other ghouls.
Which have sadly become the only contact available.
And neither the shadow nor the image it belongs to are recognizable.
And this room full of strangers gains an addition to its ever changing painting.
One that will inevitably be painted over.
For it has become not only a constant.
But a certainty.
One that will be upheld.
Regardless if this hand helps it.
Or not...
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
Wilted leaves overpopulate the ground.
And no tree as far as eyes can perceive.
So far from home.
So close to anywhere.
But here.
A statement that can be heard any second of any given day.
This moment in time.
A random fraction of the incessant routine.
Dreaming or awake.
It all depends on feel.
Not logic.
And even then the rules of both worlds must be learned regardless.
Who is there to say that one's understanding of the environment is incorrect.
Everything down to the information that the eyes process reside in the brain.
I think so therefore I am.
And yet even this comes into question regularly.
The longer one stays in this world.
Less and less questions are answered.
But one thing can definitely be found regardless of intention.
One must learn to swim through the viscous muk of disappointment.
To grasp at enlightenment.
Or be insane enough to not care.
For words can never be unseen.
Unheard.
Unspoken.
Sharper than any blade.
Even more blunt than a boulder.
Can the wrong words be.
Sadly.
One cant go through life without first being initiated through pain.
And even after its not promised that happiness will follow.
With so many eyes weighing down in expectation.
Its hard to focus.
On any point.
Pointless.
It may always seem..
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
I often dream of a faceless queen. We own a small apartment, we laugh, we drink, and spend our time creating art within the four walls of a small room on a large bed. We’d go out with the sole destination of adventure. Make memories together and build a bond never to be severed. I often dream of a faceless queen. One day I hope to wake up from this dream to a Queen, with a smile that’s not so faceless to me.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
My only talent is breathing
Your only talent is leaving
Talent as leaving me
breathless
You stole my only talent
now I'm talentless
Yet a talent kept
a talent with pride you possess
You got quite a talent for leaving
I lost balance when you left
I lost talent when you left
I just wish you were leaving my breathe
But I'm a talentless mess
you're leaving with my talent
I just want one last breathe.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
There can be a bad hour
in a good morning
There can be a bad morning
in a good day
There can be a bad day
in a good week
There can be a bad week
in a good month
There can be a bad month
in a good year
I know sometimes we all go through
bad times
In those bad times we think we live
a bad life
But as our clocks tick and they wind
you'll look back on your life
Realizing that in life there are
bad times
But count up all of the
bad times
In your lifetime you'll realize that life is
full of bad times
But all those bad times don't add up to a
bad lifetime
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
I cleansed myself of my bad habits.
I cleansed my lies with the truth.
Day by day our love fought, until year number two.
My fear of losing you was the roof,
Our lips met I wish they'd have stuck together like glue.
I was ready to take the leap to the deep oceans blue,
You opened the door just for me to walk through.
Saying the type of love I wish for isn't with you.
Desperate for company on my lonely walk home,
I lit a cigarette if only I'd known...
I thought cleansed my bad habits if only I knew,
To cleanse my bad habits I had to cleanse myself from
You.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Somewhere in between
what I want - what I need
Somewhere in between
should I stay -should I leave
Somewhere in between
to pray - dust off my knees
Some who care are in between
committing crimes - pursuing dreams
Somewhere out there I'd like to believe
that life's somewhat fair but-
Some reach out for love and-
catch nothing but air
I guess my kindness is a kind of genius
that's -
Somewhat rare.
I lust to meet other like minded souls -
They must be out there
Somewhere
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
Every so often I fade
deep in my thoughts and
get lost in the days
A land before
clocks would invade
The beauty of time
was then slayed
For a minute it seems
as if mankind got
lost in our ways
But I'm not afraid.
To be a leader
To be remembered
by the readers
So dearest cosmos,
"I must know when my time is."
As my generations finest
Wordsmith
who with
a thousand words
paints an image
vivid enough
to cure blindness
brushed with
these thoughts
I let linger
To all these strangers
but see
That's the danger.
For I feel as if
they know me better
than I know myself
These voices surely can't be
right for my health
For my ears they bleed
as they scream
"Don't give them too much you."
"But what else am I to do?
To get my message through?"
"Don't let them take control."
"What if they have?
How am I to know?"
"Please if there's one thing you do.."
"Honestly what do I have to lose?"
"Don't you dare lose your soul."
Its all physics
so please put your ego
aside
For if it were to collide
With your soul
there'd be no
standing point
for your demons to hide.
Its been one hell of a ride,
As the cosmos I must
let it be known
I've heard your
Deepest of cries.
So when you ask me
when will it
be your time?
I say to you my child
*December 13th
the day the genius did rise.*
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Scared is my lone feeling,
scared of my own
immaturity.
Scared of my own ceiling,
scared I'll die of
uncertainty.
Stared at my own image,
scared of my grown
insecurities.
Glared at my told limits,
dared to be stopped by
adversity.
It's clear
who bestowed this
hex on me.
I bleed
clear, that's
anxiety.
I fear
for what's
inside of me.
I can
no longer hide it
quietly.
So just
don't forget
about me.
For
even when I
doubt you.
Know I do now,
I'm no good
without you.
No,
no.
The temperature's
dropping.
The predator's
camouflaging.
He doesn't think that I can,
see but
I feel him watching.
As I'm shaking hands with
the dark parts of my thoughts,
woah.
They sense body heat yet
with that shake I might as well be,
ghost.
Now see sometimes
to stay alive you have to
**** the warmth up in your,
soul.
They're gnawing on
the mystic,
clawing up
the magician.
Repeating simple phrases,
"One day at a time."
As someone holy insisted.
I want the markings left on my skin,
to mean something again.
Please don't leave without me.
I know how fast doubt be.
Don't forget about me,
For even if I doubt you.
I can't leave without you.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning,
to sunder the fear of a mind where it crashes as if thunder.
To she who, believes a revolution is near and sees love as but rising.
To she who, bearing an open mind lets passion burn,
writing from the ashes of wonder.
"Never put yourself in a box.
For our veins are like the veins of a leaf,
the rings in our necks are that of the rings of a tree."
"Sometimes we need to separate ourselves from the world to create the art that sustains it."
You separated me from doubts when the pain hit,
I seperated myself from the world now I wish to change it.
So no matter how big both of our names get, hopeful I am we both make it.
This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning.
Written by, one who sees his dreams a little less frightening.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
The other night you said
You could never love like this again
Your stare piercing each vessel
As it squired uncomfortably
Underneath my skin
Everybody knows
Just exactly what it is I did
There’s no holds barred, now
and I plan to go down with my sin
She holds her breath
Praying she doesn’t see her again
It’s own sick form of torment
To the transgressor and the transgressed
Every time a car rolls by
“Has she come to take you, is the time here yet?”
For her it isn’t if, it’s when
I gave away what was not mine to squander
and You’ll call me a liar, worse yet
but For every shred
Of evidence I left
I too left the key for your vengeance
and I hope you’ll wield your weapon wisely
For this shot,
Its the last one I’ve got
So I ram the rod down the shaft
Compressing the powder
Lick my fingers clean
Of the filth I’ve wallowed in
I’d shed a tear, but what’s left is a monster
The girl I was, she won’t come back to haunt you
She’s given up too much hope for that
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
A list of lost poetry
Lies on my bed stand
and An archive of memories
Rests in your hand tonight
Another sob story
To another break up song
Another solitary cigarette
To another, “I knew better all along”
So, rather than the ladder
I’ll minimalize farther yet
Until I can’t believe in anything
and I manage to forget
She skipped the song
and Got right along to her favourite verse
She said she practiced, but forgot to rehearse
She says, “I hope I’ll be up to par, tonight”
She looked so fragile against my skin
My favourite probably was
The time when I
Believed the lie
What a pleasure it was to succumb
What a pleasure it was to feel alive
What a pleasure it is to say
I forgot to say good bye
She said it’s a control thing
Something that looks grim in the right kind of light
and I’m an eye sore to the onlooker
I guess I never worried much about that
Somewhere between wish I may
and Wish I might
Somewhere between
The fire
and The flame
Somewhere in between everything
I forgot to feel anything at all
I was never what you hoped I would be
but You have to admit, I did try
I tried everyday to give you something to believe
but I understand that some things
Just aren’t up to me
Some things you have no choice
but To sweep underneath
and The floor’s starting to lose shape
Under the weight of things
She knew the horizon, it wouldn’t change anything
We run from our geographical locations
Thinking that our region will change
Our core being
Created in God’s image, we are foolish creatures by nature
We ride on hope that’s never been validated by anything
We dig our fingers into the sand and revel in our pipe dreams
She’s praying against all odds that her rod
Isn’t the one that gets struck by lightening
“I’m not ready,” she said
“How can I let go,
When I don’t even know where I’ve been?”
At the end of the night
She lit a cigarette
She watched her smoke
Billow into the sky
She tucked her laces into her shoes
and Brushed off her jeans
She picked her keys up off the ground
Then she leaned in, and kissed me good night
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
It was written before it was stone, my friend
She tells me a thousand reasons why her tides turn as they do
Each one of them knotting up
Before she ties the noose
She says it’s nothing personal
To disregard anything that was misconstrued
but Wasn’t it you, my darlin’?
I think it was you
I saw her again, late last night
She was wearing a ball gown and was
Sporting her converse tennis shoes
I caught a glimpse of her
As she kneeled down before him
That’s the hard thing about her
She’s a lie, but you can’t know that
Until you know her
and If you’ve known her, you’ll know
That there is no use
It’s a repetitive cycle that just
Begs to be true
When they put it on the stone
They put it on the cross
They made molds to make shapes
To accommodate
For what was lost
They found that what they’d hoped for
Was just a mask, a mirage
So they made up their own story to tell the masses
and On the next Sabbath, slaughtered the cause
and I suspect they took their time sewing shut the valves of your heart
and I don’t know what to do
You always ask me
Like I pay attention to the news
You’re surprised each time
I can’t tell you the truth
But you know what I am, don’t you honey
You’ve got my number, and you’ve got a plan
and I hope you don’t take me down with it
I hope you don’t take me down in it
The street lights, they don’t need a guide
To show them how, to show them out of
The dark night, the street lights
Don’t mind if you mind’s swollen
and Your heart is left open like a
Gaping wound, the street lights
They’ll keep you company tonight
In that moment, I became afraid
There was a disassociative effect
There you were, on the bed
and Then here I was, on the floor
Pulling at my skin
and I glanced at the window pane
Hoping the snow would lift my spirits
Instead I saw shards of glass
In my fists, going at it
I can’t even trust my mind anymore
It used to be my safe haven
Suddenly everything I came here for is
Out of sight, out of vision
and You’ve left your sword
and Abandoned your mission
You walked me home
You came and got me
I didn’t think you’d come, or anybody
I didn’t care,
I never expected anyone to come anyway
I mean that in the plainest way
We are conditioned in circumstance
Nothing else
Some of us fair better than others
and You’ll either survive, or you won’t
It’s the natural order, the law of evolution
We’ll **** out the defective genes,
and Enhance the most
We live in a society that insists
You stand on your own
but We live in a world
With a collective mindset
Who do we trust,
Our roots, or society as a whole?
and In the meantime we’ll try
We’ll do our best
Not to feel alone
I think you better get yourself
Some medical attention
You might have to call an ambulance kid
It could be serious
but I know how serious
Serious gets
and Right now this mess we got here,
This ain’t nothin’
I’m not gonna even
Worry myself about it
When I left I took
All my stuff with me
I took your heart, as it was bleeding
I got in my car, and
As I was leaving
I saw you standing in the window
You were crying, I shut my eyes
Slipped into reverse
Couldn’t help but glance in the mirror
and There you were, still standing
I saw the woman in the day room
Behind mountains of boxes
I knew you’d never leave, in that moment
That I’d return to a silhouette
Still crying, and
I’ve loved you in a way that a monster cannot feel
I don’t understand it, but I had to go
It was one of those moments when
Everything you’ve learned goes out the window
and That queer sensation, that lump in my throat
I didn’t know what it was until something willed me
To return home, you can’t identify
What you don’t know
In plain language
I don’t know how I’ll find a way
To forgive myself, but you
Keep trudging, you keep
Moving forward, because you
Don’t know what else to do
With yourself, because you can’t
Go home, this is your home,
but You are candescent
and Until the light returns to her heart
You will stand in the backdrop of it
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
You get what you payed for
and You take what’s yours
You don’t bother asking anyone
Who they are anymore
You just hum your song along
Until you get to the gate
Then you show the attendant
Your intention to go only one way
She says,
“It’s a ride you can’t get off,
and It curves around the bend
Where she takes you,
She’ll decide,
Right there and right then”
So what you mean to say
In so many words
Is that I’m powerless?
Nonetheless,
You get what you payed for
and You know you can’t complain
This box here contains
Only the sentiments you can’t
Find a way to blame
So you pull ‘em out
and Look them over
Until the hurts gone away
Even though it seems impossible
Today
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
“This’ll be her last winter”
My father says in a
Soft sort of way
The same words I’ve heard him say
Countless times before
He always had an understanding
Of life and death
and A quiet acceptance of both
As we drove the road sides
Were littered with bodies and snow
Corpses waiting until spring
To decompose
He’ll never worry again
About being the last one left
The people mill about as if
Nothing’s changed at all
but He can’t stop looking at
The place where she used to sit
and It hasn’t quite sunk in yet
That she’s gone, forever
He’ll never see her again
She’s never coming back
and He can’t shake the feeling that
He no longer belongs in this place
He can’t move on and he
Can’t go home
Because she is dead
She is dead and he’s
He is the one that remains
This was her last winter and she
Nearly made it through
He holds his tea between his fingers
and Looks at me as he whispers,
“This’ll be my last, too.”
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
When I saw that the black had permeated
Every last vein, nail, and hair
and That it finally stopped to rest
Deep inside me, somewhere
I pulled out my best knife
and I rolled up my sleeves
Without thinking, I tore open the skin
and What I found wasn’t regret, but relief
I watched as one by one
They milled about and then out of the room
They stopped to peer inside the box
Before they left, they each caught
A glimpse of the beast that
Loomed underneath
No one dared to touch the thing
The oddity that had become me
So I guess they wouldn’t have known
I was harmless back then
I wasn’t a monster yet
I guess it doesn’t matter now
Like everything else, it’s water under the bridge
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
It was November in Houston
I remember because the leaves
Were crunching under my feet
and The air had this stagnant, hot feeling
but The breeze was cool
and Soothing to me
Just cool enough for long sleeves
She lived just up the street
I had a place to park my car and put my things
She was a piece of work, to put it lightly
Better it be her than me
I was a monster back then
but I didn’t know it yet
Sometimes ignorance
Has a kinder effect
Amazing the things that stick to us as we grow
Things burrowed so deep that we don’t even know
She wanted so badly
To believe that she loved me
That what we had was
Something of meaning
She took me to a psychic,
A palm reader
In hopes she could fix things
Instead I did coke in their picturesque bathroom
and Met you in the car after my fix
Thinking about it now makes me sick
but Like you always say,
“It is what it is”
That was a decade ago
Almost a lifetime
Another person ago
A different time in my life
I’ve closed the door
and In my mind
I’ve left the mirror girl behind
I watched her face pale
As she stepped back into the mist
Then she slipped into the darkness,
Irretrievable
and The part that wants to drive
This whole mess into the canyon
Drew great satisfaction
From my demise
Her eyes faded to black
and It seemed almost familiar
I can almost put my finger on it
I guess either way, though
I’d prefer the ladder
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
I Remember the first time
I got butterflies merely
by a response
Your interest in me that second
that second
was the second
I was no longer lost
I felt on top of the world
in an instant
two years later
I was melting
away in it's core
But then I met her
and I was sure
by god
she's a
breathe of
fresh air
Your vibe is so bright
I'll go blind
but I don't mind
the glare
I still stare
My last love left my blood boiling
soul melting at it's core
but you brought
my drowning ego
ashore
for you I'm willing to
risk that feeling
once
more
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Earth's approaching population's
8 billion
An era united by artists
8 billion
Thoughts one has when broken
Becoming wise once seeing soul's fixed
new color's shown when we're in love
when we're inspired it's beautiful
feelings of being lost
*burning those walls down
using it's fire to navigate the mind
to share art with them*
they'll follow with walls down as well
that's how I define love
*not just burning those walls
burying their very exsitance
building a city over the grave*
to create a change for the mind state
the greater good of individuality
of society and culture
courageously Mikey The Poet
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Inhale close your eyes
Open your mind exhale
Now it's time to Set sail
To where wild things are
Just imagine ahh! Real monsters
Now do you see a beautifully unique creature?
Or did you cringe with grimance by sheer glimpse of each and every feature?
Actions speak louder than words that’s true,
but that hideous monster was you.
Your actions seem nice
that monster reflected in your eyes, so i thought twice.
A raw soul exposed
Pain flourishes because failure to even recognize
yourself
Pure and true divine and all
a mortal god
Not how you fantasized un-glamourized
de-romantized
Flaws and scars from wall to ******* wall
Words are full of lies
Actions a mere disquise
Don’t buy their decietful bribes
If you’re going to believe in anything
Believe in the vibes seeping from deep inside
Believe in their monsters cries
I Believe In what I see
I see monster’s hiding in every skin I meet
I Believe in the monster in
me
Just imagine real monsters
roaming free
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
It's dark out, A cold winter night.
Awfully lonely even for me.
A howl echoes throughout the silence, my heart drops.
A howl that entered through one ear and echoed loud for my soul to hear.
Would it be sinister to say I smiled knowing I wasn't the only one here?
A smile becomes a sarcastic laugh of desperation, being ironic I joined with crying howls to the moon.
Before I could finish the wolf howls again.
I learned something that night, I solved the answer to love.
Find your moon, find someone who brings light to your darkness.
Find someone who, when you feel like a lone wolf with a numb soul; Will be your moon to howl to.
We'd be a beautiful love song.
I learned hope is when a lone wolf sings to a moon, as if it'd reach.
A Favorite melody howled the lone wolf so heavenly.
A rhythme being merely, an echo of his heartbeat.
Love is feeling that heartbeat and hearing a melody.
Then singing all the words otherwise too scared to speak.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
I.Q's are at a parallel with expectations.
Exceptionally high at a parallel with section 8 incarcarations.
Beware of the dropouts, for they seek what lies beyond reach.
Beware because they seek wisdom far beyond what a college could teach.
Beware of the most hateful heart, for one day it'll become the most powerful love.
Beware of the addict to kick the habit to find art, as the most powerful drug.
Born from the white picket fence cementry, becoming the change always seeked in his dreams.
A Fire in his chest.
A burning soul, a phoenix that rebirths from the ashes of his words.
The Genius Of The Suburbs.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC