#quo
I,
Defy the paradigm,
The escapist void,
Lines of code I refuse to obey.
I defy,
Defy,
All emotionalogic.
I make no sense,
Or a dollar that pays my way to ignorant bliss.
'Tis the streets upon which I so selfishly make my way and,
My gears turn with no source or destination.
I am the,
Status quo of the chronically out of place.
So,
Take that next step,
Show me.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
We break bread with bricks.
Catch our thumbs every time.
Blame those neighborhood ******
Isn't misplaced hate sublime?
-Richard J. Treitner
Dec. 29th., 2016
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
Eighteen years old with a big ego.
But I can't love myself - that's a big no.
Who the **** have I become? I don't know.
Now I look just like them - from head to toe.
They got me all ****** up - I'm real low.
Got holes in my plans but can't forgo.
Gotta fight for the real me - can't let go.
Cause fake people can't tie me down no mo'.
I'l rise above and watch them burn below.
As they trade love for hatred - quid pro quo.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Two linked sugars
make up a disaccharide.
And that’s what we are-
simple, plain table sugar
dully passed back and forth
to sweeten our taste.
Sometimes I'll accidentally
switch the shakers for breakfast,
hand you the salt
just to change up the spice.
And sometimes I regret
the bitter words
you exchange in return
for breaking the boring
status quo.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I want it smooth
Poetry, rough and smooth
Therefore, play me the
rough melodies, not to
the sensual ear
You soft trumpeter,
keep on playing though
Just get new lungs
Change is good
So play the trombone
Play it hard,
I want it rough
When my heart beats faster
than the speed of light, and
my mind experience,
a forceful mental awakening,
a turnaround, new perspective.
Rough is soothing
Rough is healing
That rough melodica.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
If independence is intended
for the masses is the Average Joe
as abnormal as the status quo?
© Matthew Harlovic
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
When we met I knew you were kind
there was a gentleness you exuded
we were drawn, one to the other,
and it was good, comfortable
friendly conversation, blue eyed smiles
turned up lip grins, chuckles ...
shared dinners delightfully enjoyed, savored
medium rare, tasty faire feast, fondue
and you ... you whom I have come to know
lighthearted glow, I wonder ... does mine show?
Yours does in your every glance my way;
being cuddled by you feels like
a warm blanket ... I don't want
to experience numbing cold again
unsure if either of us wants to take it
up a notch or two from deep care
to true lasting love ... I must admit
the thought frightens me a little...
maybe it holds some trepidation
for you as well, therefore, perhaps ...
we should leave things as they are.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC