#niche
You’re inspired by
works of art
but never your own
you quote the lines
the lyrics the rows of
text the syllables
the symphonies the
tone the noise
the scene the length
the rhythm the end
So why? I ask
Your strange way
It’s off I must
confess, yes.
Your Hemingway
Your Frost
Your Gatsby
Your Expectations
Your Odyssey
Your Interview
Your holy Conclave.
Your society
you love these dead poets so
much but
you’re weary to follow
Your music is a
jagged creek
A stream of anger
romance tragedy
Your rhythm is wrong
Your meter’s a mess
You reference the dirt
six feet under the
ground
You’re no Silverstein
no Rowling no Spielberg
no Nolan no Gibbard
no Yorke no Mercury
you must end it all
You contradict, you’re fake
you write, you’re wrong
you erase, finally.
You’re so ******* sure
but you see the look
in their eyes
the horror the
fear the pity the
smirk
The vinyl comes to
a screeching stop
the paper is ripped
to thin, thin shreds
the screen combusts
flame soaring through the halls
You’re inspired by these authors
these makers these singers
these works of art you
tare apart
their quiet snaps
you only win
when they understand
It’s not their problem,
of course
You’re just too much
All at once
to explain your broken work
you write too much
your worry grows
the window’s open
the air’s not brisk
you have your mind
And that’s enough
you’re no one special
In this big big world.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 11:53 PM UTC
"to find the perfect place for yourself"
~for Sally B.
a birthday present for a dear friend~
~~~~~~
a odd gem of a definition,
seemingly, well, niche~perfection,
each of us a prefecture,^
a legit place for each of us,
iconoclasts^ all, mavericks,
clean cut bohemians, or not,
we find an niche on a seaside cliff,
and write on,
enjoying a shelf
with light, sea air, steady breeze,
our nutrition of daily nature's embracing,
auto~fulfilling all that we need,
the latitude of loneliness
a chief ingredient of our composite natures,,
all of us contented latitudinarian^ humans,
equidistant latitudinally, from each other
east an/or west of our location's
prime meridian^
attitudinally,
and yet,
we are both. con and dis. we are both.
connected,
on our just-big-enough ledges of basalt and chalk,
ah yes,
a community of poets,
we exist in space like heavenly stars,
gathered together in holy
galactic matrimony,
but each of always an
icon,
well hid word~millionaires,
resting upon niches
unto ourselves,
soulful solitaires,
the royalty of the
widely admired,
virtual unknowns,
we
personages
who scribble words,
sandblasting them away,
"with away with you, my beloved,"
with a kiss 'n wave,
ours alone
just for a few momentary
minutes of gloating gloom of-madness,
till we gift~give them away
coated with cries for the loss of our plain pain,
wrapped in sighs of self~satisfying pleasuring,
there goes another piece of me,
I am that poem'
and now
no longer alone
evermore
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2:36am
Oct 29
2025
sitting on the edge of my bed within invisibility of total darkness
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
conundrum: an intricate and difficult problem
He was having conundrum
with his Life Expectations.
He had No degrees,
no diploma or a set
firm Education.
He knew certain crafts,
but people did laugh; but
he still had a firm
Foundation. He knew ABC's and
123's, For, Carpentry was his niche,
He worked hard for his degree, and
He got it with ease and now
He is making it.
B. R.
Date: 01/12/2023
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 6:52 PM UTC
i'll raise an electric fence around
the gods up there
in mountains and ivory towers
and they'll all wear shock collars
too
i'll spread peanut butter on bread
and send it to them through
the mail
i'll write them letters from the
lower world saying that 'time
really isn't a bother anymore
because apples rot in home
baked pies down here'
i'll reach through my own
tainted build up of corrosive
discharge and pull a petal
from the flower of life
to eat in front of
them with a coffee toothed smile
i'll throw weeds over
palisades into
groomed gardens
i'll **** on the flaming sword
spinning like i do
outside
heavenly gates
i'll put AA batteries on
my ******* and force
feed the north star
until it bursts
i'll stain the glass in windows
extolling failures and shining
blunders under vaulted
ceilings
i'll be nothing less than
the imperfect son of
an imperfect man and
an imperfect
woman--
human
all too human
after all
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
He crawled from his van
Hair slicked back like the wind had grabbed it and never let go
"What's up man?"
His voice was shrill, and scratchy
Like a villainous rat from an animated movie
The sound of it honestly sent me into a daze
Trying to comprehend his existence
He'd carved himself a niche
Cleaning the carpets at this lackluster apartment community
I listened anxiously as he spoke to the other maintenance guy beside me
Although my time at this property was short,
I learned of Candido's way.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
Many people worry
about whether
They are too insignificant, unnoticed, not included
Or too noticed, too many obligations
Too many expectations
Yet when you think
A city
within a state
Within a country
Within a continent
WITHIN AN EARTH
WITHIN A GALAXY
On and on and on
...
Or the other way
A STATE
A CITY
A neighborhood
A school
a friend group
a best friend
Why can’t you make your own bubble?
As big as you want it
Or small and closed tight
You can’t complain for lack of people or space either way
considering our humongous galaxy
And if it fails
Move
Look for new
OUR WORLD IS HUGE AND YOU HAVE THE FREEDOM TO FORM YOUR OWN BUBBLE
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
~~~
a place of
good looks
within one's price range
comfort and reliability
but poetry
is not a
new car
it's a
freaking
SPACECRAFT
soulsurvivor
(C) 7/16/2015
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
***In the crowd make sure of your footing
You may get stepped on and lose balance
Landing on your face or fall backward
Fear of losing face or laying supine
Always practice the deft steps
To find a balance in the teeming populace
Trying to find a chance to trip you over
Pull back from the horde, to find your goal
You may not know what awaits you
Fate wants you to dance alone
Along the streets leading to your goal
Make sure you find your footing***
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
It plummets and wave takes way,
But carries imprint of love and life,
Develop its niche through air, water and soil....
Refurbish to energy
Energies and connect web
Continue the cycle!
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC