#preservation
Rabid dog,
On a leash,
I forged the chain,
All for their peace,
Rabid dog.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
Was frustrated, so decides to take a high
A pill that many said could ****
Not scared of death cos I thought it was worth
Thoughts that came in, when I lied
Life was fun when I have the dreams
Of wonderland that never ends
Nor shadows cast; with mints and means
Yet, someone tried to take my life
A half-filled cup I left behind
The remnant down, the poison skipped
As unaware as I could ever be
Fate somehow works to keeps me safe
I wish this was a song of praise
An adoration of one's immunity
But while I can't deny the rave
I pray our fate's not less the same
If for nothing, make I explain
We have those dreams that never gape
Yet not so many declare the same
My pray' your dreams will never fade
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
Oftentimes I wonder what I look like through their eyes.
Do they see the same cracks I do?
The quiet hesitation, shattered by restless thought.
The way my hands sometimes tremble, much like my voice.
The way my eyes water when a burden bears much weight.
The flaws etched deep into a body I struggle to love.
The weight of hopelessness pulling me deeper and deeper.
Or is there something more-
Something I've forgotten how to recognize.
A light that doesn't flicker even in the most powerful winds.
A smile that brightens the day of others caught in the dark.
A loving person who yearns for the heart of their own.
A hardworking partner who they can rely on.
A shoulder steady and strong, always there when needed.
Oftentimes I wonder what I look like through their eyes.
And maybe- just maybe,
It's time I learn to see myself like that too.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC
Propellers ripped through the morning air. —Destroying the peaceful solitude. The yet conscious hikers stare on, unaware or uncaring of the violence unfolding. Circling like vultures, the shots rang out…Do it for good or do it for gold. Do it for likes or do it for strife…. —Each one howled and growled, yipped and they yapped, even the pups tried to keep up….—A lone soul listed with intent, just two hours before—— before they came, and took more than lives…
——but they also gave, they gave us this poem to read, and a lesson to teach….and a wish to one day live in harmony…
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:23 AM UTC
The year I almost drowned
was the year I learned to swim.
I was weighed down pound by pound
and things were looking grim.
My arms flailing; began to tire
and my mouth was tasting salt,
just days ago I warmed myself by fire
and by lying on the asphalt.
Shadow stalks and kicking rocks;
irrelevant if your shoes are tied.
Checking locks and kicking rocks
get carried away by the tide.
The year I almost drowned
was the year I learned to swim.
I could view the sandy ground,
though the image was quite dim.
My head; just barely above the water
and desperately I was gasping for air,
and I could swear it was getting hotter
but the temperature was actually fair.
I’ve got currents and tides
within my mind.
And when I finally rip out my insides;
more water and waves you’ll find.
The year I almost drowned
was the year I learned to swim.
While being tossed and pushed around
I discovered I had every limb.
I could see a shoreline in the distance
it’s beaches with perfect white sand.
It seemed within an instance
I started treading steadily with each hand.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 1:17 PM UTC
Maiden in the ashes
Robed in silk
Robbed of milk
No mark on your tender skin
No sign of turmoil within
The coal does not yet scorch your soul
...
You walk your delicate path
Bearing the sightly, brightly beaten cut bloom of spring
Luscious petals not yet knowing
They will drop from the stem
No seeds to plant, and not her fault
the only water here tainted with salt
And the ground here is hard, turned up in its roots
And the soft garden bed tamped down by boots
Do you know the path you tread does not want you?
Do you not yet feel the cut of the stone or burning of the coal to your sole?
Or does this black earth need your bloodstained steps as much as you need to bleed them
Is it possible for one woman's blood to nourish this dead soil back to life?
And one woman's love to seed them
Apr 10, 2024
Apr 10, 2024 at 5:14 AM UTC
~
*Dead channel skies
Segregation in the flat fields
A hole in the silver lining
Where the fence is low*
~
*They fell from the moon last night
Caught in a strange
Chapter of fear
The land is inhospitable
And so are we
Wipe them from your mind
We must preserve what is left*
~
Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
If It works, it can
be satisfying to glue --
something together.
Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 3:35 AM UTC
I have a store full
of old things, it is difficult
to ensure
that they are not sold
to snobs with no idea
of their real value
without the slightest idea
that it cannot be expressed
in their money
only in tax money, annually
to be collected for maintenance
and everything that comes with it
to have the works viewed
by those who are interested
and that can be anyone
which is hard to accept
for barbarians who get rich
from constant replacement
Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 3:39 AM UTC
It's all very overwhelming.
It's like an acid trip.
There are a lot of colors. There are a lot of sounds.
There's a certain serenity in that trip state.
There's too much happening.
Focus on the colors. Focus on the sounds.
What about my rationale?
Let the waves roll over you.
This is too much.
Give in.
No. I have to keep going.
Focus on the vibration of your essence.
I can't handle this.
I have to shut down.
I have to preserve.
Go numb.
Prioritize Preservation.
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
Your hate
I need that
Your emasculation
Fulfils me
Your unaccountabilty
Don't worry I'm responsible
That ***
I'm going to kiss that
That knife in my back
It's all good I can heal
Your pain and struggles
Blame it all on me
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
Why, is the superfluous one.
What, is unnecessary, too.
How & When & Where, then,
are inescapable.
If you act on instinct,
how far will you go to self preserve?
When will you break?
Where will you turn?
Is it your self you'd extinguish,
or is it the other flames?
There can be only one,
but the prize is: death comes
down the path of least resistance
to take a multitude of shapes.
As for my body,
nothing much to lose,
nothing left to save.
As for my body,
nothing much to lose,
nothing left to save.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
To walk away from the person you love
because the relationship is unhealthy
takes so much courage
So to the women
and the men
who have chosen
to save themselves
I am so
proud
of you.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
Pick up a pen, spell your words
line your ink with temper.
Tear out the page and burn it still,
Happily ever after.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC
.
My everything swelled
Until my fear grew legs
So to carry me from you
And your everything too
.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
i do not want to crack myself open for you any more.
i wish i could take back all of the love that i gave you and keep it for someone more deserving, keep it for myself.
i did not care enough for myself in the past. i want to change that.
i recognize that i deserve better. i deserve love, goodness, and health. i deserve happiness. pure joy. i deserve to feel good things, no matter how i felt in the past. even when i am at my lowest, even when i feel that i hate myself, i will continue to respect myself enough to not strip the love i need and want away from myself.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
I'm told I'm bad at lying,
all too often I say too much.
When I get sick of trying
I find I flick from on to off.
The warmest smile can quickly turn
into an icy state;
in eyes which swore they knew you
-you will find there's no one there.
I'd love just like a waterfall
with no fear of running out;
'til from my eyes water would fall
like raindrops in a drought.
Now, the most inclusive laughter
slows right down to a flickering glance.
Fuses cut short
after weathering storms
and we dont know
how long
they will last.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
What if beauty was preserved?
Will it still carry the same significance?
Will preservatives slur her growth?
Will she still become who she was destined to be?
Will her natural beauty be enough to deny any need of preservation?
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Towering above realities,
A facade of sorts,
of protection
of security
of isolation
of preservation
Attempts to bring down, break through..
chisel away piece by piece.
claw, scratch, dig.
Only the true get in..
Only the real get in..
Only the true persevere... Only the real persevere.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
The mob, elites, journalists
As well as poets like I
To our environment-unfriendly bent
Turning a blind eye
Also tardy in asking "Why
We strip of mother nature's green mantle,
While to maintain the statuesque
It gets locked in a sever battle?"
Equally not checking overgrazing,
We allowed fertile soil and sand
Amok,wild floods ride
To a close by touristic lake,
Whose mouth an expansion
Used to make
As much as its foreign body intake.
Soon,with the vast array of
Flora and fauna it supports,
Before we knew it
The magnificent lake died
Ceding place to a barren land,
An eyesore that looked a dump yard!
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
The break room Nazi's run around
turning off the dripping taps and turned on lights
While in all the other rooms and grounds
sprinklers dripping water and everything's so bright
The erstwhile logic, saving a dying ant
tiny and minuscule, void of better thoughts
As in cities and towns, it's not insignificant
children dying, hungry and for naught
Everything is precious and everything is rare
everything a snowflake or a single grain of sand
Unique to every venue as nothing can compare
saving every single creature and each and every man
Reality a nightmare to conservation's contrived
doing what we can saving because we care
As down to the last, not everyone survives
yes, yes, I know, life's never ever fair
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC