#performancepoetry
Супермое работала в ресте,
Месила Йо-йо мужчинам известным,
Супер Моет — разливала рекой,
Смена за сменой, вниз головой.
Кекса за кексом она выпекала,
Супер-чудесно им рот вытирала,
Суперлегка и супергнеда —
Супермое, ты та иль не та?
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC
***** your heroes?
My heroes are those people that, despite the pain inside their head, will roll on out of bed every
Single
Day,
Get up, put their makeup on, pull on their jeans, stare at themselves in the mirror and say
‘Today, you. are. okay’
Not superman, or Spider-Man, Captain Marvel or Thor, but those people who marvel every day, that they haven’t killed themselves. That every day they don’t wake up in a cell with padded wall and no heating, eating frozen spoon fed dinners next to orderlies and sinners.
See,
My heroes aren’t those people, who can fly a thousand miles an hour or lift a car above their head,
But those people that fight every. single. day.
Who’s mind will tread that fine line between sorrow, and despair, who pray to the heavens that just for once, please, make the battle fair.
That when their life is said and done, they’ll smile and see their conquest won.
These people are my heroes not for showmanship, fame, plumb or adieu, but for the silent battles won,
A thing that I could never do.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
Time
Such a vexing thing
Such a mesmerising prospect
Time turns towards our trials, our tribulations
Our tantalizing treats told in tender tales
Time
The end, the beginning
The wheel forever spinning
Forever moving forward
Forever moving on
Forever
All things end, but do they really?
Though all you see is all you know
Connections thrive aplenty
The greats, the ancients, Da Vinci, Cleopatra
They all live on in the minds of the present
Remembered by many, not truly lost
Nothing is lost
Time
Time brings love, laughter, joy
Death, sadness, suffering, pain, life
Life is pain
Life is love
Life is death
But after everything life ends
Some end dramatically, with blazing fanfares
Others depart with whispered words
But all are remembered
Not truly lost
Nothing is ever lost
Time
Life’s eternal cycle forever turns
Inescapable pain forever
Time
The cruel master of us all
Time is money?
Not even close
Time is pain
Time is infinite, unending forever cycling pain
Time
People
People live through pain
They create love, laughter, happiness, joy
Time gives them pain and they push it back
Pain everlasting, pain ever growing
People ever living, People persevering
Time
Pain
Life
Death
It all comes down to people
People
People like you, people like me
People like all those who live life while they can
People who couldn’t
Time
Time gives life
Time takes life
Forever cycling
Never ending
Pain
Pain unending
Pain everlasting
People
Suffering
Enduring
All of it ends in life
So go forth and live
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
Fear
Judged by irrationality
Hidden in accidental oversights
Feeding the dragon that leaks molten lava in salty streaks of regret
Fear
Empty wasted emotion
Saving ourselves from ourselves
Saving you from me
Worst case scenarios never included you punishing me at the sight of my weakness
Fear
You only love me beautiful
Love is a profound type of collective psychosis
Looks like strength but hides the truth
The truth that certainty is the truest delusion
Fear
On my best day, in the best possible scenario, I am still invisible
Open and still transparent
Full and still forgotten
Insightful and irrelevant my thoughts pour out unheard
Fear
In my demon's shadows lives the truth of my vulnerability
I am weak because I love you
I am a warrior because you love me
I am strong because I love you
I am a lamb because you love me
Fear
Spilling my unseen secrets
My evil self-talk, my mantra of honest lies
The purr of a kitten unsettles a soul beginning to believe it mattered
Pain dismissed in the peaceful snores of a tired moon
Fear
The sun shines in hope on the remnants of dream
On the nightmare of forgotten, overlooked, inconsequential truth
Empty apologies and the familiarity of beloved anguish
Herald the realization, that words don't matter
Truth or lies, faithless faithful, and a newfound silence
Fear
Invisible save for the ash lines that tell the tale
Of how I begged forgiveness for sharing my tormented and twisted mind
Only to be interrupted by the sounds of your peaceful slumber
Fear
To be everything to your everything
and realize I am still........nothing at all
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
the clock chimes
but no one counts
the days move at will
forward, backward
days stand still
the ticking of seconds
lost in the minutia
of the everyday
endless mind chatter
and negative self-talk
heart in a vacuum of speculation
what if -
coulda, shoulda, woulda
WILL NOT
DO NOT
STAY IN THIS PLACE
strain to listen
can you hear it
it's there
in the undercurrent of life
lost beyond yourself
tick tock
a shadow of a sound
tick tock
time never stops
tick tock
feel the minutes turn to days
a sense of time thrown away
on nothing
it's easy
so much easier
to wonder
what if -
why me -
than to take a deep breath
and realize
the world does not revolve
around a solitary soul
and no one is ever
the reason someone makes a choice
choices are made of free will
or they aren't choices at all
good or bad
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
can you feel it
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
it's the minutes of life
left behind
in a cloud of never was
tick tock
the clock chimes
but no one counts
the days move at will
forward, backward
days stand still
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC