#patchwork
The way was long, and wrapped in gloom did seem
As I urged on to seek my vanished dream;
Yet within my soul I burned,
Not a moment passed, but I longed.
Daily, thoughts raced on the growth of distance
Traced upon by the curve of wrinkles-
The curse of the age
To draw on memories
Hope & fantasy, of what were once
The focus of the future
Belie the life before me
Jun 10, 2024
Jun 10, 2024 at 5:33 AM UTC
I have to conquer more fear than a mobile home in an Oklahoma trailer park
So yeah, you can say life's violently left it's mark
But here's the worst part
There's no back to the start
I can't be rebuilt after being torn apart
I'm already a patchwork monster, a piece of work but not art
And as like Dr. Frankenstein, the creator is the monster and only half as smart
©2024
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 5:54 PM UTC
by Divine, Kadie Good, Bambi Cruz, [email protected], Mar Del Sol
The protruding odor illuminated my existence.
A stench to verify that I was there.
Smell me. Smell me.
I have a scent. I do not lament.
I reek not of recompense.
I am scared and lonely
I am going to succeed
I am not lost
I am here
The sum of our world:
Candle flames and forest fire
Thailand and Belgium
Public and local
All of our experience
Your tears from afar
The red sunset of a lake
Erie and Huron
World War to some peace
The world around shaped me
Like rocks to the rain.
The soul stands in a loud mind
Trying to listen,
but the ideas are listless.
It wants to be something.
Blank, without definition
Trying to understand being –
But failing, with each whim
Nothing, Trying, Coping
Lost and Without.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
sky, patchwork designer quilt,
invites the dull sun to rest;
keeps the rain clouds away!
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
fifteen thousand days
for things to go wrong
it was just one of those fifteen thousand days
where things didn't go so well
that was today,
in my time
there is no more time
only stoner time
and five dollar andre wine
marked down to 4.99
tired of the everyday loser
in the last of light
hating sunday nights
for all they're worth
for all their worth
change the tense to the time,
in my time, there is no more time
only stoner time
i couldn't make the distinction
in time
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
people say they are
nothing more than traits and behaviors
taken from others
like it makes them unreal
is that not all we are
borrowed pieces from
everything/everyone we’ve ever known
putting together the puzzle pieces
with no guidance no box art
till the thing you created is
You
-many parts combined into an original whole
-inspired and influenced by everything
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
I'll stitch myself together
with the most misshapen parts
and sharpest shards of who I am;
not so that I might return
to who I once was,
but in hopes that I might
become something better,
or at least someone
somewhat whole again.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC