#recreation
Beautiful solar powered bodies slowing the world down now
Gelato belly over the trunks abandoned shirts in the sand reclaimed just in time for pasta at sundown
Glimpse the world on a neon wrist
I will get and I got kissed
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
The cocktail waitress in the corner
Tonight she skates at Roller City
In polka dots and ponytails
Her lips pursed and polished
For she disapproves of most everything that offers little reflection
No bringing your own music
No pinching the dancers
She moves to a secret sound
Regarding herself as an international spy
In the house of fun
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 5:14 PM UTC
~
*Bergamot morning
the astronauts are sleeping
and she dreams like a mannequin
ceiling stars abound
like hummingbirds in celestial flight
about the nectar of
young bodies, young machines
we drew a map together
from burst to bloom
from fever to neckline
from scale to mirror
pretty scar, a thing of awe
when the curious girl
realized she was under glass
raining in time lapse
she traversed me ad rem
with might and main
I didn't have the heart
to wake us from
her brainchild's motif*
~
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 2:07 PM UTC
Escape from this busy life if for just one day.
Have some fun, do something good.
Go out and play.
Hit the pool 'till you've had enough.
Get some sun in a game of golf.
Just get out and take a breath of life,
it'll be okay.
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
❝ a bright light you once were
filled with the radiance of your raging red;
you illuminated through a flowering future
but then the dark clouds sought you out
and rendered your light invisible
the land roared for your pastel orange of peace
but the darkness has swallowed everything
your sons and daughters walked blindly,
trapped and lost within the dark woods of chaos
they sought out for you and your warmth
only to be greeted by the harsh cold
and blood curdling gargles
eventually the clouds rolled away and left you tainted
but as you struggle to reclaim your lost kindle
we bask in your greyish faint light
and hope that your waltz to the symphony of change
will soon take you to the path of a glorious self recreation ❞
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
I've studied
the ancient
pages
learned
from sacred
sages
loved with
a heart
that's tainted
and
resurrected
a dead
language
I
inhabit
the realm
of gods
can decipher
their
dialogue
see through
the lies
of demagogues
and write
with the hand
that appeared
in Babylon
I've traveled
with
Prince Siddartha
unveiled
Hamunaptra
and revealed
a holy
mantra
that's spoken
by the
Dalai Lama
while
the world's
in her
death throes
i've witnessed
a seed
grow
as I reform
and reshape
every
9,000 years
we're reborn
in space...
now let us create
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate,
And I can't always see you because you sit and wait,
For another man that poisons you and even deflates,
Any chance of learning love in a positive way,
You know this already, but you still play his game,
As I am out preaching, he is butchering your name,
I think it's about time you knock him out of the frame,
All he's brought in the past is depression and shame,
I have to sit in sadness while he calls you babe,
My love is depleting, this does not feel great,
For some reason, your presence forever elates,
Still something on my chest when I'm around you, it's weight,
Tryna' keep my distance but not completely go away,
My feelings are dulling quickly, turning from white to gray,
My life portrays the perfect 'heart broken man' cliche,
My emotions were treated like some game you play.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
slowly and softly,
we drip back into our own little worlds,
composing the structure that we each need to survive,
yours being the complete opposite of mine,
but that's okay,
because a drop of wax can build a new candle,
and all that candle needs is a spark.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
a sudden burst of excitement!
because, wow, we have something to talk about!
and we talk and we laugh and we smile,
sometimes by ourselves, and other times in each other's company,
and we never think this fun is going to end,
because how could it end?
the pleasure has only just begun!
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
in the beginning, it starts out like this:
you talk to me, I talk to you
back and forth
we don't really know what we're talking about,
grasping at various ideas until we find some sort of connection,
and once we've found that connection,
it has started.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
As gunfire
round position
was hostile
to foment
a spider
there against
its mayhem
while Miranda
made us
brighter if
a discriminate
cry ready
as toll
cross nation
yet deliberate
soliloquy aside
blue smoke.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
One Person
Two Person
White Person
Black Person
Asian Person
Indian Person
Old Person
New Person
This one has no food to eat,
This one has a war to beat.
Say! What a lot of people there are.
Some are dead,
Some have no bed,
Some even have no roof over their head.
But why are they
Separated from each other?
I wouldn’t know,
Go ask another.
Some are thin,
Some are tall,
Some are fat,
And some can even be quite small.
From there to here, from here to there.
Trump wants to create walls,
So, we can’t travel anywhere.
To get water,
Some have to travel,
Barefoot, on sharp gravel.
For miles and miles
They have to travel.
White, Black, White, Black.
White, Black, White, Black.
All distinguished from the colour of their back.
Some have two friends,
Some have one,
Some have ten friends,
Some have none.
Where do we come from?
A long, long way.
From a war place,
Come here to be safe.
We see them come,
We see them go.
Some come legally,
Some come by boat.
Some are tall,
And some are short.
We’re all different,
But we’re all human.
Yet, we’re singled out,
Just because we’re men or women.
Why?!
Is it okay to scream and shout?
Lesbian, Straight, Bi or Gay.
Is it good to call someone out?
Did you think it was okay?
Black, White, Old, New,
Gay, Straight, Man, Woman,
Asian, Indian, American, African,
Don’t you realise we’re all human?
Human!
It’s not a reason to be rude,
Just because I am different to you.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC
Smoked out,
I'm choked out
I'm feeling kinda dumb
my eyes look like they're gonna bleed
my face feels kinda numb
I hope nobody spoils
all this happiness I've found
it might just **** up everything
to have someone around
listening to the radio
just tryin' to let my mind flow
I feel this sense of dread
And I'm paralyzed
'til I realize
it's all just in my head
day-dreams
in color
as hours fly on past
the only thing I don't like
is that it don't really last
but that's okay, I figured out
exactly what to do
I'll just pack another bowl
about every hour or two
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
Your life was created
you deserve to be celebrated
Each soul is living heaven and hell
this makes many stories to tell
The wise man lives life simply
the ignorant can't even be fitting
they're so about possession
this world needs recreations
The legend gives life form
coming straight out of the dorms,
with a poetic soul to give emotion
and a rockers heart to devotion.
the man is like a shaman
yelling on stage yeah man!
with the smell of marijuana in the air
there is no time to spare,
Give in to the alternate reality
where its nothing but being happy
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
In the space between paychecks,
walking back and forth to nowhere
in a post-wage, first world shooting gallery,
we make
bland backgrounds,
dull grey blurs
from miles of stretching, chain link work weeks
sore legs stride fast
all the same.
Think of climbing but your lead feet won't play.
Blaming long nights for stiff necks,
wax poetic. Piling losses
pin each stanza to our thin, unrav'ling sleeves
we'll take
our chances
with cheap drinks,
cheap thrills and priceless conversations
swelled tongues talk fast
all the same.
We're taught to pave the roads to our own graves.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
She's fizzled out,
that bright young swallow,
her dark irises that once held a shred of talent have lost their luster,
when will you give up on this paper version of a thrill?
get back down and feast your eyes
on this locked chest,
open it and find nothing.
That road will always be waiting for you,
never go looking for it
you will return hardened and empty,
you might cut the last string tied to you,
get back down and feast your eyes
on this old man waiting for you to make him smile,
his lamenting fingers balled up
pushing away that road you are looking for.
No use in remembering each stalemate,
tip-toe your way back to the emptiness
it will hold you in its arms and keep you safe
as waves of sand wash over the possibilities of that smile,
she watched as each string snapped,
she watched as they bled away years,
that road wrapping around her eyes,
effectively rendering her sightless.
The aperture will nuzzle its way closed
with each caress of the emptiness.
She shall hold the trifling prize,
she shall get back down and feast her eyes
on that old man swelling with pride,
she shall be empty and hollow,
but she shall finally witness that smile
the one he longed for,
the smile her kaleidoscope had drowned.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
as fortune turned his back on him
and hope got out of sight
the sun eclisped and love escaped
into the fading light
all on his own, betrayed, alone
no one even near
had denied the truth for too long
he stood and froze in fear
His silent screams remained unheard
they just died away
than finally he lost his faith
his whole world turned to grey
Shades of pale, diffuse light
colourless and dim
soundless echoes, ghosts of the past
whispering to him
How could he leave this zone of grey
He started to walk paths of shadow
substance blurred, he went astray
and for every step he stumbled on
he had to give a piece of his soul away
soon he'll be a wraith himself
last tribute left to give was his fear
awakening clearness stroke him hard
this would not be his end – not here
Ravishing beauty, colourful shades
how could he have been so wrong?
ignoring the welcome that twilight did offer
this was the place where he belonged
embraced the twilight, felt libidious power
recreated, completed, transformed
into someone new
but Twilight's kiss demands its own price
Now he'll be haunting you.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
i've been spinning in circles
my days passed like the breeze
being now on my own
i do mostly what i please
problems still exist
just neatly tucked away
eventually i'll solve them
but i'll get there some other day
i'm not trying to care
i don't want to over-think
after all, that's what got me here
so now i'll swim or sink
tomorrow isn't promised
so today i have spun and spun
what a charming kind of waste of time
while my world has come undone
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Alone with this desk,
And a notebook chock-fulled with paper;
Endless.. he chomp everything away.
Things truly aren’t easy,
The silence makes it harder.
Hey music, fill the air;
For not all truths,
But laughs of frauds may break out.
Just like the old days.
Just like the lady boss,
Just..maybe.
There should be dancing all around,
Where crowds should chip in
And take things in stern.
Errands were not decors –
Trespass! Like mini ciphers,
Digits, letters, they knock the drill out.
Only a couple more days left,
But in ignominy,
This generation may fall;
How pitiable..
With such marks and inkblots,
The source remains unrecognized.
They’re used to seize papers like that,
Although such are committing theft already.
Left were words,
Can’t spell it unerringly;
Yet the hearsays divulged its address,
So now, it’s time to slam this tome;
End the toil that has always been the crook!
Go outside,
For the sun’s rays are there!
Goodbye to this aged chair,
And to this notebook full of nicks,
With new freedom,
We shall embrace..
Everything.. “Ciao” to what’s new,
‘Coz this is the real world!
Oh college days!
(7/25/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC