#overdue
If you have me read like a book that's overdue.
It'll seem like you had me on your hook you threw.
When you're in between my lines, read your heart out.
It means you're finally between bars, eat your heart out.
Now that I got backbone, im finally singing chords spinally.
Top of the line, Stinging with my words finally.
Moving beyond rhyme, I'll sit to reason, not because I can't stand you.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
somedays cannot be spoiled, a dumb grin face stuck,
as if you super glued your crescent lips upward bound,
a general anesthesia of a solid good piece of news inbound,
levitating the spirit, and your morning water been spiked,
with shots of serotonin
some of us here have haunted the pathways of poetry and
writing here, for many years, decades, and lifecycles catch up,
and in 2025, lost two great story tellers to a disease that has no
real true cure, and too oft, just battled with stalling, rear guard
retreats, that ***** life from the body one cell at a time, and the taste of living is just a perma-constant Sour Patch Kids candy
and this quietly fouled my mental nest, tinged winter skies, an
even sadder shade of gray, souring my winter affect, and made
writing joyous poems, harder than black ebony or red mahogany,
not impassible, just harder to extract from the fog of time that
makes one forget what one needs, wants, to remember
every writer, every write, brings value into the world,
each a newborn child
wrenched from our consciousness, ejected, imperfect,
needing affections, slow consideration, all differentiated,
all human all different all alive
today, got great news! another poet, has beaten back the scourge,
and thus I’m stuck here smiling and crying, making this one come
slow fast, harder and softer, but for awhile, I will be annoyingly
happy, even satisfied, with my meager portion of joy and relief,
will delay googling how to unstick lips that have been glued
together, leaving me looking like an emoji in this real life
Jan. 17, 2026
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC
When I say I care little about you
Please know it's the absolute full amount of truth
I hate that I can't scream it at you
Won't forget all you put us through
Just another father on paper, a DAD tattoo
I swore it wouldn't be a preview
Now I look in the mirror and take a swing at you
I try to break through to this other dimension too pull you through
Take back a lifetime that doesn't belong to you
Do my best too squeezed it out of you
Count to three, pull on two, forced to play and pay what's due
Not on queue, but life caught up with you
Couldn't have happened too a more deserving fool, though way overdue
I didn't cling to tissue, I knew I wouldn't miss you
Already grieved for you back in '02
And I knew I'd never let the son of your son know you
Not as a man I knew, not as nothin' but a cautionary tale of what not to do
With both middle fingers to the earth I say thank you
©2023
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 8:08 PM UTC
I thought our fate was intertwined,
But it turned out that I was just blind.
No matter how hard I try, we never touch.
I want to do my best to be okay and such.
You were my friend, I knew I could always trust you,
But you came back to visit and you were brand new.
The time between passed, and we’d forgotten each other,
It seemed like we were no longer there for one another.
You came back though and we had a couple laughs,
But it’s obvious we’re on separate paths.
I know I gotta say goodbye, it’s the right thing to do,
But a proper goodbye is long overdue.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
I have lied
I have been so jealous of you
Your glittering family, words overdue
And all the green paper you can draw
I have wanted to be you
my girl, a searing fire, whenever I saw you
light sheen of sweat over my hands
clutched together, lips clammed
I have seen nothing
but yet want everything
because it's you;
your words, your touch, your life
And most of all
I want to watch you fall
Away or closer, for me or for else
I cannot -bear- you being perfect
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 1:57 AM UTC
I looked at you,
as if you were someone new
and that's when I knew
I had been freed from the blues
that you left me to deal with,
and it was overdue.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
Tonight,
I must go.
I was almost sure I belonged,
But how many more years
Should I tell myself that?
Memories of those
Long happy nights,
Make me think
What use is it to reminisce
What I, alone, can remember?
Tomorrow,
I will go out
As if nothing is amiss.
I have done so before,
But half-heartedly.
I listened closely
To see if my absence was noticed,
I had found no murmurs
No stirrings,
Not even an insult
Or a condescending remark:
It was as if I had not left at all,
And with a bruised ego,
I found out that I never had a place here.
So I rushed back
I worked hard
I did my best
And yet
I am ready to leave again
And the taste of the midnight air
Is the still the same;
I will not be missed,
Nor shall my effort be remembered.
I will be back, someday
Maybe 10,
20 years from now.
Will you wait for me?
If I silently let my years pass
And let time
Harden my fingertips
And wrinkle my face
Will you all of a sudden
Remember the passion
With which I was embroiled?
When I return
Will you welcome me again?
It’s not as if I want to go.
I must.
Like most of everyone before me,
I had found what I loved
However,
We are much too fickle to love.
Where I lack in conviction
I am sure to make up with time lost
Wondering how it could have been.
If you had ever been left behind,
Or are trying your best to move forward,
I am sure you understand
How much I want to chase you.
If only I could be happy
In your pursuit.
I will always look for you,
You are the poems I’ve committed to heart,
You are the plays that I had practiced in my bedroom,
The speeches I memorized and picked apart,
You are the sonnets I’ve tried to write,
You are the long letters I’ve never finished,
You were my sole frustration for most of my life,
I was obsessed with you,
Yet I have nothing to show for it.
I will always look for you,
However, you cannot look for me.
I will not be anywhere
But here,
Far back
Looking onwards, from the past,
At the back of your neck as it smudges in the distance
With falling leaves
Rain
Petals that lost their way
In an August gust
And the horizon
That blurs
As the sun sets.
Goodbye, goodbye,
I love you, I love you,
Perhaps I shall see you sometime again
But not now
And not ever with me.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
I knew
that the last day will come
that the first day will come
that all this is already
it's long overdue
that I was long in the last day
and in the first
I knew
I knew everything from the beginning
from the very end
my soul has always known this
she always knew
that I'm at the same time dead
and alive
11.07.18
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
I'm done I'm through
There's nothing more that I can do
My life is *******
My heart came unglued
My rents overdue
My car died, my problems grew
So I'm telling you
I want to turn that wonderful hue
A nice pale blue
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
This bar has seen the past as it has been washed clean by today.
Known the scars of fights past lingered in the moment only to see it replay.
Old friends and past faces we've known together so many years now I stand alone.
This bar is part of my soul as a ghost I remain long after my life and these doors come to a close.
To the raised glass and closing time dance .
Are waters have seen many a storm tomorrow will be no different my friends.
Amber the whiskey gold held to light the pint glasses perfect hew .
Time has left us all fragmented time breaks the soul ,time is all that is the history of me and you.
A toast to the nights they paint magic without canvas my thoughts a evergreen signs of neon cast the best ******* shadows my dear.
This bar stands eternal a ghost as myself .
The fog holds mystery but none for you .
Closing time has come .
Cherish your thoughts for it's all we truly ever own my friends .
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC