#relative
Chair, chair
why do I feel like it’s a courtroom here?
They say they love and care,
but why does my mouth taste bitter
when they are near?
Blood is the excuse.
Family bonds don’t work
when you are someone they
can’t use.
Shiny heels, so many eyes,
holding pride and bitter lies.
Innocents are prey to mood
at a table where the topic
is never just the food.
Shaky fingers hide under a napkin,
wishing to vanish ,that’s all I can think.
Sharp glances, heartbeat tense,
the shadows of strangers
in my shaky camera lens.
All they see is the shape of a
body.
Concerned? Nobody.
Comparison in every breath,
bonds walking at arm’s length.
Love never formed .
family, a mythical bond.
Wealth and success are the bridge.
Losers like us
stand at the edge.
Love is conditional
where family laughs in disguise.
Time stops at an evil hour ,
it takes too much to end.
Time is the answer.
Every day is a question wrapped in danger.
If success makes you less of a stranger,
will you'll them to be a friend?
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
When the loss of a loved one causes you much grief
and so you can’t for a while seem to find any relief,
it’s very likely that you have been too long attached
and possessiveness must now be in ways dispatched.
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Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 9:49 AM UTC
Când mă uit seara la stele - ea strălucește;
Dar când mă uit dimineața la stele - ea încă strălucește.
Cred că soția lui Heisenberg a fost cea mai futută femeie.
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 6:00 PM UTC
hello, i am manager Skip Hopper, here are your team rules for baseball. follow these rules and then follow the base line home
first you need a home plate
then you measure the space between the base
then we must put the base in the proper place
ok slugger, the players have rules
please stand for the national anthem of your country
after all, it is your country, even more so than corruption's country
look at all your fellow countrymen, who came to see you
that's your photo on a sports card, and your name in lights
those racists and haters are afraid of the lights
you must have a lot of power, please don't choke
only in the country that old stars and stripes flies over
would you even have a right to sit down when a nation stands
don't stand for the flag, stand for your right to choose
after all, is it not a signal from your brain that you follow?
you have more white people on your side than a lot of white people have
even if it is a white man signing your paycheck, it's all the more polar opposite of what is for some.
plus you think the kids want that white to sign a ball?
my team plays ball, and not politics
then my team shares with all races and colors
my team looks to win, on and off the field
welcome to team victory!
you'll bat first until you show me that home run capability
watch the ball and the pitcher
do what you have to do, even if you have to take a pitch to the arm
get to the first base, and lay claim to it
don't get attached to that base
a base is just a rest stop on the way to home
after today, we will no longer call it a base
think of it as a step on your front porch
calling it a base is like calling a baseball bat a baseball glove
now, the team is counting on you to get to first
then you have to count on your team to bring you home
this whole stadium is full of team members too
this whole league is on your team, in ways
the guy who makes the season schedule has a certain amount of teams
he must arrange the schedule according to us, and then do the hard part
math...
you know us dumb jocks can't do math, or much else really
that's why it's all about the numbers guys sometimes, too
why do you think we wear numbers
everything has to have a system to work properly
there may be some rules or players that you don't like
I don't like a 1st step, or 3rd step coach myself
after all, that's kind of undermining the manager
we don't need them looking over anyone's shoulder
that kind of **** even makes me nervous
i'm not the type of manager that looks over my team's shoulder
everyone wants a title...standing there just to tell you to go
that would be a fan
like i'm gonna just split my job three ways?
then hire people to stand on the steps of your porch?
and they're gonna tell you how to get home, when you are home?
i hired two guys who are into that "curling" crap
that is not a man's game
plus, why doesn't the guy with the broom sweep before the guy pushes that thing that is round
a puck maybe? it's not round, but i guess the circumference is a perfect circle
now a baseball, that is round
anyhow, i gave them their titles they wanted
head coach of ball scratching affairs
and head coach of spit buckets
it's so funny to see them be so serious about sweeping and ****
they concentrate so hard that i think they could scratch that spot on a player's *****
that spot that the players can't seem to scratch
who knows, i will tell head (ball boy) coach to look for *****
they're just like all canadians...innocent
i can't figure why a baseball team has a better flag though
a maple leaf? take off aaayyy
call everything by a sensible name
they call a rubber thing a base, and they call home a plate
see, a base is something you spend time on
a plate is something you clean twice during, and after a meal
well, on our team we try to keep the the next guy in line fed'
so, he is on your steps and it's as easy as handing him the plate
knowing you and your family have more than enough
knowing your fellow batters will hand you a plate when you're on their steps
remember, you don't follow the rules...
you step up to the plate, and the rules follow
it's really all about the fans
they are our world, and when our world does good
the cheers turn into waves and vibrations
like a fine machine, the sound becomes a hum
you can literally see the waves travel through the stadium
maybe this will catch on again
those waves travel beyond our world
just maybe some little green men will take notice
maybe they will respect us for how we make a diamond into a circle
or just maybe the world series will be known as the universal series
we could really use some competition
these other managers think they are so great
but one loss and they pinch their hitters and runners
then they try to change the rotation
you can't change a dang rotation without stopping
well, in our world, we have faith in the rotation
i also have faith in each player, and as our whole team
we are whole, keep that in mind always
that's why our team is called the country whole
plus, just naming it that, the whole country got tricked
they used to think we were tobacco spitting country boys
that positive energy really is like a snowball going downhill
our two head coaches love snow and hills
haha...everyone from canada is a comedian without trying
the great white north huh?
let's hear it for cheese curds and hat tricks
this is baseball and apple pie land
and by the way canada...
why aren't there any canadians on your major league baseball teams?
you make it hard to call it the world series
you also made ham and called it bacon
sorry slugger, sore spot...but anyhow
we all have a job to do, and doing it right is always a self win
counting on others, and trusting them to do their job, makes your job easier
there are a lot of rubber arms
they will be throwing all kinds of curves at you
only swing at pitches that are in your strike zone
never swing at breaking ***** and they can't break you
now, get out there and get a hit, walk, or home run
see you around the home slugger...know this
i guess my managing isn't needed here
i'm headed to club to watch in comfort
i don't know why people miss out on so much to be at the game
i'm a fan more than i am a manager
either way, we all know what's going to happen every time
we will extend our undefeated streak another game
like a fine oiled machine
making a perfect circle out of a diamond
while canadians scratch our ***** like fine oiled curlers
haha, scratching so seriously like that kills me
my team is awesome!
remember, this is not america's game
it's not baseball, and we know that
base and ball touch and you're out
then you'll run from a base and be shot by military police for going awol
just kidding slugger, tell the team i say hi and thanks for being on the team
i will tell the rest of the home team at that press conference ********
welcome to the big leagues kid
play ball!
take me out to the bar!
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
nationalism
interesting concept
it gives me eyes
yet constricts my vision
it cuts to the root, precision
a careful incision
distill patroticism
bathe in schism
schism of the past
no victory every lasts
build rafts
pay tribute to the past
but build the ******* rafts
appreciate your ancestors craft
but realise patrioticism is relative
we all have a past
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
A tiny daring spider built a gorgeous circular web
on my window pane. It's in my view
again and again. I reserved
that spot as my look-out-to-think pane. But now
the spider has taken it, dare I complain.
Rain, wind and sun have blessed the spider’s dwelling,
as I watch him hide in the web’s corner wrapped in silk
and pouncing on his prey. He clearly is not scared
of me and uses the glass as god’s grace.
I ask him everyday-
But why that pane?
Do you have calendars or time constraints?
Are you in bliss, sadness, or pain?
He finally came, in my dream last night,
Dressed in a beautiful white silky robe, very bright,
and said in a husky voice-
Just like you, I am the creator’s creation,
Here to fully blossom in this incarnation ,
But you and I very different,
All life is relative, it's an illusion.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
maybe if to you, i didn't lie,
you're still alive.
maybe if i didn't talk back to you,
you're still here, real & true.
maybe if I wasn't naughty,
I wouldn't be visiting you in a cemetery.
maybe if I just listen to everything you've said,
you wouldn't be dead.
maybe if I made you more proud,
you'd sleep beside me safe & sound.
maybe if I didn't stress you so much,
I wouldn't write this such.
maybe if I was a good daughter,
your life lasted longer.
maybe if I didn't do all of those,
you're still here with me real close.
it's been 9 years,
and I still can't stop my falling tears...
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
It's old and it's new
Going round or changing the numbers that accrue
Chiming and clicking for every moment I ever knew
A stranger that marks each second and moon of blue
Never dying on its march of eternity without a clue
That it was never real but only perception's fool.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
I am sorry for the words I say
When feeling down and blue
I only shout that I hate your guts
When I see you hate mine too
I am sorry for taking for granted
The little things done each day
Making food to cheer me up
Asking twice if I am okay
I am sorry for hurting your feelings
With selfish careless actions
I do not realize how harmful I can be
Until I witness your pained reactions
I am sorry for making you worry
Not listening to your advice
Blaming your flawed genetics
For the reason I'm colder than ice
You deserve a much better daughter
Who takes time to care
Someone not only always honest
But who also wants you to share
Hopefully
We live to see
The day I once again make you proud
I strive to grow
And be what you always hoped
Somehow
Until
That day arrives I will
Keep giving you what I can
You will be there every
Step of the way accepting me
For the miserable mess I am
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
love's a distant relative
dropping in uninvited
murmuring condolences for a girl I thought I buried away
eons ago.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
The cigarettes that left your mouth
Put burn marks on my arms
The words that left your mouth
Made no marks
But burned just the same
I recoil at the smell
Of anything burning,
Cigars at dinner or fireplaces
Send me into a dark corner of my mind
I lose myself, forgetting why I came.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
The size of our suffer
Is relative to each other
Like gas between walls
It evenly falls
What fills our breath
Doesn’t seem to matter
Because between sickness and death
We choose the latter
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
What to say
I know
I wish
I say
You
I
wish
I know
What to say
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
*** tha **** outta’ hea
There’s no set way to elate
it’s all relative
we know that
(Thanks Einstein)
What makes you happy
now
make it a noun
persons places things
‘Being happy makes me happy’
is an acceptably weak answer
what makes my face glow?
have a reason
hold onto it’s grip
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
The loudest voice, or
The most frequently heard, or
The silence
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Parents to take our responsibility
Siblings to carry our roller-coaster emotions
Friends to co-create the madness we are
Relatives to form our extended safety networks
Spouse to satiate our mental, physical and lonely desires
Kids to give us those safe & positive vibes for future
Influentials and celebrations to realize our existence
But how about having one nameless relation?
One that doesn't mandate responsibilities?
One that doesn't burden expectations?
One that is Fearless, Formless & Weightless?
One that is 'Carelessly Caring' ?
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
She was 79 years old when she passed away.
She was my aunt and her name was Ina Mae.
When a relative passes away, it's always sad.
Ina Mae was the only blood aunt that I had.
She was special and she was Mom's only sister.
Many people loved her and many will miss her.
She was a wonderful lady and a loving mother.
She had a bond with her five kids who loved her.
She was a human being who can never be replaced.
She and mom are in Heaven which is a better place.
When she died in 2017, it was bleak.
Ina Mae was both special and unique.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I’m looking for something
And I keep ending up back at
“Everything is nothing”
Which means that nothing is something
And the thoughts refuse to stop coming
I know there’s no running
I cant escape being in this ring
Forever feeling like every direction is a haphazard swing
I can’t see a thing
Feeling like society’s puppet on a string
There’s a list I keep, sorta sloppy neat
But God tells me, “take a seat”
I yell back, “that’s no easy feat”
I don’t understand what all of this is for
Life feels like a game, except I can’t score
I can’t open the ****** door
They wanna say, “when life closes a door, it opens a window”
But all I see is a **** show
That’s not to say, I don’t see the beauty in how a river flows
That’s not to say, I don’t see the beauty in how the same river froze
You can tell me I’m dramatic, that I wallow in my throes
And yeah Lil *** told me, “that’s the way life goes”
But I’m fed up with everyone’s prose
I don’t want to believe that’s really how it goes
And so I sit with Robert Frost
At his two roads, curious at how he tells me he’s actually not lost
How it’s not left to the probability of a coin toss
That everyone just wants to be their own boss
Pretending that they aren’t nailed to their own cross
I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I think maybe I’ve been playing the game wrong
That there is no score which could lead to more
All I’ve got is a case of nothing being something
And that’s really nothing more
Than “everything is nothing” for sure.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
.Digging for my roots,
Through fragrant soil,
Rocks scrape my wrists,
Moving deeper,
Entangled in the maze,
Rich with the past,
My ancestors are lost in the dirt,
Their names forgotten, but they are there in my DNA,
Marking me with their gifts, their trauma, their choices,
I am not one,
I am many.
11/2017 by Leah Oviedo @ ImpowerYou.org
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
Sleek dark hair
Highlights of auburn, color of fall
Stern lips
A look of austerity in the dark russet eye
Skin lighter than my own
The smaller wrist
Large eyes
Faint deepening crow's feet
Nursing knowledge
Small, short, slight, petite, and strong
Maternal vanguard
Matriarchal
Beautiful and earthly
Scorpionic elusiveness
Her unused canvas
Frequent Homegoods purchased
Shifts decor in the livingroom like a Feng Shui practitioner
Laughs at the absurdity of modern horror movies
Smells like bath wash and too much perfume
Smells of my childhood
Smells of my innocence
Paperbacks of Hugo and Austen in boxes in the basement
Paperbacks of The Symposium and a biography of Marx in the basement
Secretly likes to cook
Culinary explorer
Gastronomically open
Culinary door opener
Very little circle of friends
Outspoken
Austerity on the small mouth
Austerity in the small mouth
Conviction in her voice
Soft graphite in her voice
Has a lisp sometimes
The slight overbite(?)
Immigrant parent
Unnaturalized citizen
Reminds me of fall
Reminds me of everything
Reminds me of very little at once
Life-teacher, one of many
Protective
Over-protective
Pushy
The way her hand moves on her tablet
The way her voice sounded during a lecture when I was a child
The way she used to hug
Closet full of shoes and clothes she rummages through when she's going out
Meticulous cleaner
The way her voice sounded when she tried to make sense of me
The way her voice sounds
...
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
I wonder sometimes do even you care
My whole entire life have you been there?
Watching my every move and guiding me
Or are you judging me and laughing at my stupidity
You're probably in heaven thinking "Who is he?"
Yet you're flying free
And I'm grounded like I can't watch tv
I'm mentally sick and I hide it by smiling
But I ponder on what you'd say to me
If anything at all
Do you like movies? Do you play basketball?
Do you like cookies? Can you cook? Can you draw?
Just some questions I want answered
Are you a good dancer?
Are you like me someone who doesn't know their place?
And wouldn't see it even if it was right there in their face
Someone who feels alone in a crowded room
And can only ponder about their own doom
And how the essence of life is in fact pointless
Or are you an optimist? An opportunist with unlimited confidence
Who can work a room like a ********** or a con artist
How do you feel about the institutes and the school system?
If you were given life what would have been your mission?
I bet you're just as lost as I am from every angle
But I still love you, fly high my miscarried guardian angel
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
Ann Cestor lives alone,
No relatives has she,
So it seems
Iron-ic-ally,
That she is a root …
Without a tree!
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Instructions unclear
Uncommon is not a word I often choose
Over zealous usage has left it maladjusted
I feel too frustrated and abused
Fear the fearful and ****** the transmute
In terms not so blatant
Put it on the back burner
Pack it up and go home
For a moment
Calculate the risk in ******
Before you know you'll be encroached
You're killing it
And yourself as well
Although I'm not convinced you see it
I know your will is right, heart straight as an arrow
But strung up on the wrong bow
And swiftly you'll be deadly
buried in the things you used to know
People die and turn to snow
To bury you alive
And leave you feeling cold
It might hurt to take a knife
I know
Your back is riddled
As it goes
But hold on tight
I see the rope
Is burning bright
But flames drive back
The dreary nights
And warming up, going up in flames
Avoid
Blowing up, reaching out in vain
Endless as the days
Ticking clocks all look the same
Hear them spelling out your name
Is this the way it stays?
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC